Hair blowing in the hot wind Time hanging from a clothespin There's no sorrow that the sun's not gonna heal Smell the leather of your new car Drive through
Ten women Ten women between you and me Ten women Ten women, the nightmare, the fantasy Ten women, the thrill and the shame Ten women, I miss you the
Moses up on the mountainside, what a place to meet He brought his pad and his pencil, poured himself some gypsy tea And all the world's multiplicity,
I was born on Snake Hill and that's where I'll probably die 'Cause I don't like to kill but I've got poison in my bite Well, I feel safe to say That I
Potential, well you're a loaded line The veil between the world and the faceless bride There's nothing yet but a bunch of white Potential, well you're
You can wear your new white shoes in the muddy afternoon Walking past these day drunks too, they whistle with their hands But I could be your catcall
The barrio starts two streets over Miguel, he's a friend of mine With brick weed, built a reputation Like dry ice in the summertime Now all you need'
Baby got his feelings hurt singing that old standard You can't break a rule that ain't been made A starlight chasing ponytails and mushroom clouds and
I don't smoke in the morning, can't get no sleep That's the time for thinking what's gonna be I had a good thing going but it didn't stay Don't make no
I wanna sleep on the air mattress with you And let the air leak out, what won't I do? And as we sleep our bodies slowly meet I can feel it when your heart
Oh, oh, oh, brother totem pole I saw your legends lined up And I never felt more natural Apart, I just came apart Please, please, please, sister Socrates
hitler has only one big ball GA¶ring he has two but small Himmler has something similar and poor old GA¶bbels has now balls at all.
A stranger once whispered: A fallen angel is someone not aware of his authentic identity Because the fall occured nowhere except on the inner plains And
Colonel Fraser (Traditional; arranged by Neil Anderson) The Big Parcel (R.S. MacDonald) Elzik's Farewell (Traditional; arranged by Seven Nations)
I look out here in front of all you people, I see that you're all standing on this rink. And when you walked in here, this rink had cement underneath
Somewhere, far away from this building far away from all these people far away from this city far away from this whole state, this whole country, and
Colonel Forbin stared up at the mountain And wiped away the beads of sweat That glistened on his brow His tired feet were buried in the quagmire And his
(Davenport) Who's got the stuff that made the Wild West wild? Who pleases every woman, man, and child? Who does his best to give the customers a thrill