Everybody meet in the field at the top of the hill No need to bring your guns Though we've got some time to kill This place is to the point when we need
I want to be new, let go yesterday And hold on to whatever comes my way I claim to be true you want yesterday You hold your ground no matter what I say
How long will you run away From the words that you need to say It's getting so much further everyday You're swimming upstream the rivers of lead Picking
she was all alone she looked round and around forever searching incessant drudgery but she had that someone wrapped up in a box sticking pins and needles
Move over bacon there?s somethin' meatier A natural born lover with love to give free to ya Meatier, so all you bacon lovers move over 'Cause I?m so smooth
I remember her, shakin' off the dust She could walk the walk, she was one of us When she went away, I went down that day Tried to cheer her up, said, "
Sometimes you lose your head Think of all the stupid things you've said Pouring out of your mouth Like rain through a broken windowpane Nobody made you
Music & lyrics: john popper Alan had always planned to be a doctor Servicing mankind was really where it was Working in small towns, he's unhappy So
Uhh, yeah, then they say Probable cause, probable cause (Uh huh, yeah) You don't have to break no laws They say probable cause (Probable cause) Probable
My old man He said to me He said Son There are those That get bought And those That do the buying Well enough We never did See eye to eye And I always
Tu deconnes, on va pas se faire Encore un plan gros ca-comme De quel plan tu causes, tu oses C'est toi qu'a commence J'abandonne, t'es vraiment plus
Rails until the city sun And the longest hallway on Valencia Are screaming your name Through a mess of sweat-soaked covers And the bottles that you
[guru] You ain't livin right punk, I'll have to school you Not rule you, but I'll say yo you fool yourself When you try to deny and defy written laws
Yo, when we do this, yeah, we do it for real We do it for the love, we do it for the money For the cash, for the women, the birds We do it for the foundation
Caught in a perpetual state, Knowing some will stay and others will wait. Stuck in a limbo, Between being fish and being bait. Sat down this morning
Catholic?s dictator Swine without compasion No respect for others life Godsent corrupt saint Rampant, organized crime of the cross Rituals justified ways
Deception into your soul It will creep like the foundation of a certain demise Reflection facing a vision so deep Leaves reality seem like a lie Downward
Searching for reality to hold on to Phobia detonation without cause Terror out of traumatic reaction Raging symptom of a shattered past Restless soul