Unplug the microphone The ticker tape scream They're all desensitized Grown so backwards Crush a ?? Well it's slide slide slide Down the water slide Slide
like them flavored blunt wraps Or a peach white owl But here, I'm in a hurry So just pack a bowl for now It's still a hatchet bitch Ain't nothing change
Charlie and I can be your George Let's bury the hatchet Like the Beatles and the Stones They'll play our songs forever on the radio Let's bury the hatchet
Let me tell you a story A story you can understand About a little girl That had a whole world Right in the palm of her hand Now she was born With a silver
Oh, oh Oh, oh You were alone, I took you in I let you ride for me Snatched you up and I made a sting I showed you what feeling could be Came home tonight
New York City, you're so big and tough, Well here we come, baby, struttin' our stuff. Well we look kinda freaky we're pretty damn bad. Cause Southern
Well she grabbed me and asked me, If I had a name, She told me she was interested to see, If I could play the game, She said her name was victory, She
I just saw an Angel in Dixie In Heaven the other night On my way to New Orleans Can't get her off my mind There's many miles of highway Between me and
You know they come around town the midnight rambler The night shift gotta go O'Malley turned and baby got burned Went the way of the buffalo To protect
Oh yea!!!! Well I've had my share of lovers And I'm damn sure I had it all If I had to count the times I've broken through I couldn't even count 'em all
Out streetwalking on a Saturday night Looking for the man Staying out of sight Trying to find something To ease my mind Traffic lights a-blinkin' And
Cheatin' woman, don't you play your games They're so easy to see through You spend your time, baby, runnin' around Well, any old man will do What about
He's like the gutter people babe No pride his face displays Has he slept for hours or has he lain there many days? Still there's a smile on his face
No Yea, meet me in the alley, Vargas Rendezvous Call the boys, get some ribs and a mess of cold beer too Lord get the feet bag on back to Mississippi
Rock 'n' roll I went down to the crossroads Fell down on my knees Yes, down to the crossroad Fell down on my knees Sweet Lord, I'm beggin' for mercy
When I came to your house I heard the backdoor slam You was having fun With your part time man I know, you'll find time To slip away I'm gonna get my
Hey good lookin' what you, got cookin, Put the needle in the spoon, Hey sweet baby don't you say maybe, I know you'll need a fix real soon, Your eyes
A fire is burning low the moon is on the rise Stuck in a devil's canyon surrounded by all sides Got nowhere left to run time is drawing near Well load
