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Something Inside Looking Back

spend all the fucking energy to create something new something that we call our own new days new times better times our fucking times looking back

life out there And you should try it Dead ends hide on every street Look before you place your feet Cracks and fissures keep the beat And you're inside

in Alabama on a farm way back up in the woods. Oh I was so ragged folks used to call me "Patches". Papa used to tease me about it, but deep down inside

he was going for the thrill of a ride Wasn't in the plan to be gone for long But he keeps looking back over his shoulder, yeah He knows that something

you're paid The pink and yellow rocks is lookin something like Strawberry Lemonade They never seen the spokes spin in Brooklyn When I peel the top back the folks grinnin' lookin

whole damn feast Slice off a piece Of that hog head cheese Then take a look inside My book of recipes Now, don't you sniff around For something

blam, hey hey You know they won't succeed, you know relentless they will be You should tell 'em clear the way And tell 'em to step back, back ba back

gave me a wink, I winked back And then I think that, we headed out something proper like... [Chorus (T-Pain):] I like the bartender (Oh if you're lookin

been broken - don't be no fool Following the lights you see like a rolling train Yesterday is gone - tomorrow's in your hands Something you've had is gone - don't wish it back