1. |
Blind Turn
02:26
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Daddy left home when I was a young boy,
left me his chainsaw, that was my favorite toy.
See myself like a black and white movie,
no one is dying.
I'm taking a blind turn,
I'm doing it my way,
and when I die, boy,
scrape me off of the highway.
Blind Turn
My
My Way
Blind
It sure is hot here, baby living in Santee...
wearing my t-shirt,
you could call it a clantee.
Keep myself arrested adopted,
why I gotta save myself?
I'm taking a blind turn,
I'm doing it my way,
and when I die, boy,
scrape me off of the highway!
Blind Turn
My
My Way
Blind
Daddy left home when I was a young boy,
left me his nail gun, that was my favorite toy.
Heading south, like a black and white movie,
no one is dying.
I'm taking a blind turn,
I'm doing it my way,
and when I die boy,
scrape me off of the highway!!
Blind!
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2. |
Flies
02:40
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(fake sympathy)
Flies on the toilet seat are eating better than me.
All the junkies in the street are fixing better than me.
And I am sick and tired of your fake sympathy.
Why don't you hit the streets and just let me be.
Oh you got your reasons why...because you're better than me.
And you ask me why I stay up at night.
And you ask me why I'm always looking to fight, ????,
I've got my right. Got my guns for sale, put up a sign.
You don't even know my name, but you're better than me.
Flies on the toilet seat are eating better than me.
All the junkies in the street are fixing better than me.
And I am sick and tired of your fake misery.
Why don't you hit the streets and just let me be.
Oh you got your reason why Cause you're better than me!
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3. |
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Spent my silver piece on whiskey and beer
I'd buy one for Annie but she ain't here.
Fill up a beer, fill up a hole
Got just enough beer to fill up my soul
Fill up a beer, fill up a hole
I got just enough beer to fill up my soul
Beer today is gone tomorrow
Without beer is pain and sorrow
Cause beer today is gone tomorrow
Beer today is gone tomorrow
Desert's hot, your body's cold
I say you're young while I'm getting old
Fill up a beer fill up a hole,
I got just enough beer to fill up my soul
Fill up a beer fill up a hole,
I got just enough beer to fill up my soul
I know! It's not your fault you left me, of course.
And honey!!! I still trust my horse!!!!
Put a bullet in your heart, I'll take a shot!
Whiskey is baby the only love I've got!
Fill up a beer fill up a hole,
I got just enough beer to fill up my soul!
Beer today is gone tomorrow
Without beer is pain and sorrow
Cause beer today is gone tomorrow
Beer today is gone tomorrow!
Fill up a beer, fill up a hole,
I got just enough beer to fill up my soul!
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4. |
Blue Bells
04:21
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Hells bells and cockle shells!
God damn little blue bell!
Wedding bells and shotgun shells,
I guess I'm married to you now.
White picket fence, mercedes benz,
A cottage in the country,
Got two and a half kids to
Tell what I did.
Guess I'm giving it all to you...
Hells bells and cockle shells,
God damn little blue bells,
Wedding bells and shotgun shells,
I guess I'm married to you now.
White picket fence, mercedes benz,
A cottage in the country,
Got two point five kids...
Tell what I did!
Selling it all to you...
Hells bells and cockle shells,
God damn little blue bell!
Church bells and shotgun shells.
I guess I"m married to youuu.
White picket fence, mercedes benz,
A cottage in the country.
Two and a half kids,
Did what I did,
Baby giving it all to you...
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5. |
Die In A Fire
03:37
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Die in a fire, yes I will,
burning bright on your windowsill.
Light me up maybe burn me down.
I'm going to burn to the center of sound.
Come here tonight, baby, I might die, in a fire.
Light me up, baby pull me down, my desire.
I want to die in a fire,
yes I do,
on a funeral pyre,
baby burn next to you.
light me up. dowse me down.
with gasoline in the center of town.
Strike a match, baby burn me up,
that's what's up.
I'm burning bright,
dying in a fire tonight
I want to die in a fire... (Solo)
Light me up, baby burn me down, that's the sound.
I'm dying in a fire.
I got a criminal round.
I want to die in a fire,
yes I do,
funeral pyre,
baby burning for you
want to die in a fire, I ain't no liar
want to die! die! die in a fire tonight, tonight, tonight i die, tonight.
I want to die tonight...oh in a fire...
I want to die in a fireee!
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6. |
Unrelated
05:54
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Life is easy, man, I'm living it solo.
I'm disease free, I ain't got ebola.
Justice free when your lawyer's pro bono,
Snuffing glue, man, I'm living in slow-mo.
Unrelated
Backdated
Staring down a loading gun,
don't want read about it later.
Ex girlfriend was an alien with a dope habit,
She had to have it.
White picket fence cross the picket line.
Unrelated, baby, backdated.
??? about to give me mine,
We're unrelated, I can't be sated.
Temperature rising about one hundred and three.
I've got to, baby, gonna beg you please!
Notice you do you notice me?
It's unrelated. I can't be sated.
Life is easy when I'm living solo
I'm disease free, I ain't got ebola
Justice free when you lawyer pro bono
snuffing glue, living in slow-mo.
Unrelated
Backdated
Staring down a loaded gun...
don't want to read about it later.
Now my girlfriend is an alien with a coke(coat) habit,
She had to have it.
White picket fence won't you pick me up.
Unrelated baby's backdated
Unrelated why don't you say it.
Temperate rising 'bout one hundred and three
It's unrelated, baby, down on my knees.
Notice you do you notice me?
I'm unrelated! I'm unrelated/
I'm riding down a one way train.
I'm never coming back again.
Inside.........I want to die!
Staring down a loaded gun,
don't want to read about it later,
Now my girlfriend is an alien
with a handgun habit.
I should have grabbed it!
White trash won't you pick me up tonight.
Unrelated baby's unrelated
Gonna see if I can get mine...
Unrelated, I can't be sated,
Temperate rising 'bout one hundred and three.
I've got to say it baby down on my knee.
Notice you do you notice me!
We're unrelated
We're unrelated!
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