is full of dreams and nothing's as it seems In the black air under the trees Do you even know that I'm here? I might as well be a ghost It's true, you
grandfathers stayed When they rode with Villa into Torreon. Then the padre will recite the prayers of old In the little church this side of town. I will wear new boots
you That's what I'm having a de ja vu Lord when I lay down down to sleep I pray for the Lord and the Holy Ghost bless my soul to keep, And if I should
the dead awake How many wait it's too late it's over now Niggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable, Having a little trouble
From the tin rooftop the little boy did watch The procession down through town Through the museum where Daniel whupped the Devil With them boys from the
the wind gust, it's hot and muggy, dusty Bust a couple shots, make sure I'm not rusty It's passed noon, he should be here soon I sip a little moonshine
's gusty, it's hot, muggy and dusty Bust a couple shots, make sure I'm not rusty It's passed noon, he should be here soon Sip a little moonshine inside
friends Want the birds to eat my eyes As here I lie The clouds fly by Ode to a grasshopper... I think I'll open a little shop, A little place where they
dress. Oh, I'll be ready when the right one calls, And I'll start vamping him until he falls; Yes, if he proves to be the right little laddie, I'll make
Alright now, My mama warned me about boys like you, It's the reason I wear these high heel boots, yeah. And let me give you a little piece of advice,
But I want my brother to survive Take this message to Bonnie and Clyde! Don't Stop, Murderer, Thief, Cop Killer, Creep! I remember dirty boots on the run Little
tight I make my plans at night And I don't sleep I don't sleep I don't sleep 'til it's light Some folks float and some are buried alive With our little boots
full of dreams and nothing's as it seems In the black air under the trees Do you even know that I'm here? I might as well be a ghost It's true, you
