again Why do we always change with the weather [Chorus] Why don't we just stand back and Why don't we just let go Why don't we just pretend that one day
and don't mind dyin Already got one foot in the grave, ain't shit for me to jump in Almost overdosin on codeine, heart barely pumpin I'm high all the
know shit I'm better off sticking to my guns Any fule kno that Won't it be nice When everything falls into place Danny went down to the river one day
recall. Their strength is to stand still, afterglow of an old religion. One can imagine them sentient - that is to say, we may attribute to stone-hardness, one
time The strength regains us in between our time As we shall speak to differ also The ends meet the river's son So the ends meet the river's son Ours
I?m coming home And I hold you like a fading song You send me high, high, higher . . . until I?m
when I take a nap, me deadly But then me put in the bullet, the wickedness in me And I'm on a mission on murder Roll city to city without no pity Well
don't mind dyin Already got one foot in the grave, ain't shit for me to jump in Almost overdosin on codeine, heart barely pumpin I'm high all the
stay low-key, low-brow In that black on black on black in the 'lac 'cause I'm so wild I get, drunk off that, I'll be high off this I might pop one of
city a slug If I was dyin' would a true fan give me they blood And would my man take the stand, lie in front of the judge? My thesis, be one of a thug
And I'd rather be lying by the bow river Watching the clouds go by Yea I'd rather be anywhere else than here tonight Stuck in the city But through
Still awake in dawn and dew drinkin' Thinkin' always Rememberin' the laughs, the time we got high For seven days down in New Orleans And it seemed like no one
gold And how can I stay here With Australia full of gold Father won't forgive me So Mother, don't you cry For one day I'll return With my head held high
port to accord it Teeter thorn storm plunges more but conformers the pouring's half the entry Plated pearly gates a chanted axis with high gentry hinging
I had a dream last night I was a bird in flight A burning city on my left And a golden one on my right There was a woman there Tearing out her hair In
my guns Any fule kno that Any fule kno that Any fule kno that Won't it be nice When everything falls into place Danny went down to the river one day
