The light's still in our eyes We're leaving this whole fairground behind It's a dream that's going cold The circus never dies The act forever haunts
I got this notion from another man He put this dead fish in my hand Paperweight, baby, it's my name I hold you down 'coz you're all the same to me That
(Duet with Vince Gill) (Allan/Stillman) Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays 'Cause no matter how far away you roam When you pine for the
How dose it feel to be one of those with your back against the wall The wrong way down a one way street and your headed for a fall You got no hope and
The indecencies of city streets The cleaners' sweeping trucks from nine to noon And the factories make clouds To keep the sun from being jealous like
Ni fines de semana ni dias festivos Eres el como el viento, un torbellino que me abraza de pie una ola que me arrastra mar adentro en donde a veces no
Por el dia alguien con quien no vivir Por las noches alguien con quien no dormir La tristeza en el bolsillo y la careta de carton esperando a que
Yeah L-O-X nigga It don't stop It keep goin, and goin, and goin, and goin Motherfuckers [Styles Paniro] You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's
Yeah, L O X, nigga It don't stop Keep goin and goin' and goin and goin' Motherfuckers You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's the truth If I get
God rest ye merry, gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay, Remember Christ our Saviour Was born upon this day; To save us all from Satan's power When we were
{This is the final boarding call for flight twelve fifty-nine Departing from Los Angeles, destination to St. Louis Thank you} Damn G, the spot's gettin
Busta Rhymes and Angie Martinez Sippin on martinis Check it out now, check it out now, c'mon, c'mon Now let's take it from the gutter to the fancy shit
Say, hey! Hear the sound of the falling rain Coming down like an Armageddon flame The shame, the ones who died without a name Hear the dogs howling
Wake up, the house is on fire And the cat's caught in the dryer Philosophy's a liar when Your home is your headstone Icon is the last chance for hope
I'm sorry I didn't have more to say Maybe I coulda changed your fate You were so misunderstood You coulda been anything you wanted to It's a sad vacation
Wake up, months have changed, have fucked me up I've got the breaks, I've got the breaks Your laughter takes me from disaster to tears All washed away
Come on boys let's go to the fair See the funny sights and the cool night air Grasshopper kissing the old black crow Road hog red do the dose-ee-doe
Holiday Celebrate Holiday Celebrate If we took a holiday Took some time to celebrate Just one day out of life It would be, it would be so nice Everybody