: (Bob Dylan) There's an evenin' haze settlin' over town Starlight by the edge of the creek The buyin' power of the proletariat's gone down Money's
: Monday morning i woke up late. I feel like shit and i can't see straight One last drink was a bad idea i'm on the bowl with diarrhea Out the door in
: Take a long drive with me On California one, California one Take a long drive with me On California one, California one... And the road a-winding
: You've got no one to defend you, you're out on your own Still fighting on the corner, you can never go home In this world of temptation, in this city
: (feat. Goretex, Necro, Q-Unique) [Ill Bill] You like to take drugs and hear music, my album is engineered Like biotechnology, attach me to ya ear
: wake up in the morining with nothing to do gotta start the day off with a case of brew hit the street at noon with beer stinkin breath go down to the
: I look around And I see All around me Souls In the lost and found Waiting there Till they drown Oh, no In these times Any disease Of the mind They
: [Overkill cover] Ain't no job too big or small, Just one sweep of the wreckin' ball Put 'em up, we'll knock 'em down, Or knock 'em up, then leave
: I fight the bullets sinking in With a fire in my heart Because I'll make you eat your words Again Oh yes, I feel it's necessary baby I will never
We lead two different lives, just like two lines that never cross And here we are together, standing closer than we are But we're still standing here
There's an evenin' haze settlin' over town Starlight by the edge of the creek The buyin' power of the proletariat's gone down Money's gettin' shallow
Get off the bus and I caught myself running Into the truck stop at three in the morning Oh shit And you thought you had time to take a dump Drop the kids
It was a rainy night when he came into sight Standing by the road, no umbrella, no coat So I pulled up along side and I offered him a ride He accepted
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Rub your eyes and look again Facial features show the strain But don't back a, don't back away Idle hours lost their charm They won't do you any harm
i went out walking just had to think all day spent talking really need a drink we have the luxury of fighting in our seats a price for any justice the
the info-mercial home shopping club. the money flows from young and old cash cash cow coming home. all style no substance. the flashy cars expensive clothes
it seems more and more the future's filled with uncertainty we seem to find ourselves living in an age of anxiety i know, we go, on living fearfully the