: So long, so long, long time blue babe she had long fingers, and a long caress she had long toes that wiggled when we get undressed long time lovin
: Kamlyn, i hope you understand i hope you know i'm sorry that it's your blood on my hands Kamlyn, this isn't what i planned at all but don't you know
: Thought that i could bargain barter for your love but you know it's such a sin, if you play the game of love to win play it to win tell me where's
: I don't know if you noticed anything different It's getting dark and it's getting cold and the nights are getting long I don't know if you even noticed
: Biscuits for breakfast, cup of tea for the man 4 more years of this shit and i'll be on 16 grand pushing the trolley, doing the rounds 4 more years
: Meet me at the station at seven o'clock You know what I like and that I like it a lot Let?s go somewhere quiet where we can engage Let?s go somewhere
: Said that I'd meet you at the Berekley Marina 3 A.M. Where no one will be found All I got in mind is a boons farm jug of wine Smash the bottle in the
: Trace your bloodline, They'll take care of you They're still your family No matter what they've done to you And the cold air stings my eyes As I take
: Am a bridge by the mill I laid down my life I opened my arms embraced the night and with no wings to fly I fell I leave it all the things that I
: Something's happened, now you're far away You had to leave, no time to explain I call, a brother said, "Mother's gone" The Ripper had came and took
: I make it each day With the help of the good lord, but laid my (?) I comb the streets Looking for a way to feed Hell came and away Of a war and a
: Those were shards of glass that cut your foot From the dishes you smashed, I knew you would. Standing there helpless, like a child. The fight's over
: In a flatbed, in a trailer You are who you deal with Among keys and their jailers You speak the truth with open eyes Oh to be a boy, In the dirty
: It was the year of the flood it was the hand of god the strength of a monsoon a revolution I put my hand in the cup drew my name from the mud I had
: I am happy every hour of the day Every hour that I stay In this light house the doors don't open Forget what I had once been only hours before I am
: A bed of cotton and lace Hair down to her little waist She waits for the sun to go down Her visitors leave back to their Town of pain and grieving
But you don't give a damn You're just a fink for the man You sure let me know You don't give a damn You're just a fink for the man You make me flip,
Oh cheeky, cheeky Oh naughty sneaky You're so perceptive And I wonder how you knew But these finks don't walk too well A bad sense of direction And so