a real love this is real love Sign me up, sign me up, sign me up, baby Ooh, you make the room stop, huh Sit back and just watch 'Cause you bad than a
things you feel Walk around with a broken leg And a hundred-dollar bill Get yourself a pistol Get yourself a dog Stay up all night, getting drunk Sleeping on a
When I was young it seemed that life was so wonderful A miracle oh it was beautiful, magical And all the birds in the trees well they could sing so happily
off like flees on a dog Can't fly away like flies on a hog We're really just along for the ride like ants on a log I got an uncle, he plays a game can
I've tried so hard to keep our home alive But you don't even know that I'm around You tell me that somehow our love has died And you'd rather be set free
If you will listen, a song I will sing About my daddy who drove a log train Way down in the southland, in old Alabama We lived in a place that they call
I've tried so hard to keep our home alive but you don't even care that I'm around You tell me that somehow our love has died And you'd rather be set free
make it happen In your conscience more obnoxious Then that laughy Taffy snappin' Goodbye yesterday's rags, hello, high fashion Hands before you's a man that built a
drownin' in a whiskey river Lord, that's a-runnin' right through this bar Drinkin' songs and other logic get me over you If there's a bullet, I can dodge it with a
cold now promise you'll kill me before I get old I heard you on the telephone moaning my doom a cold woman will kill me in a darkened room the chain
The windows of the world are covered with rain Where is the sunshine we once knew? Ev'rybody knows when little children play They need a sunny day to
My heart is black and my lips are cold Cities on flame with rock and roll Three thousand guitars they seem to cry My ears will melt and then my eyes
So many fought the wars And what was that all for? They said, ?Between good and evil?? Well, I think they lied a little We live in a prison, somewhat
Eternal, now you live a dead lie Plague years, a walk down the trail of misery Put fire to your soul Set it ablaze A lunatic music, the end of flock
as they die in vain The main user of the water we need, more Than half by the butchers of beasts 25 gallons make a pound of wheat 25 hundred for a
and slap that boy fuckin' blind I'm a player on the grind, Ella' Jay don't give a shit See me crunk off in the club, throw my sign up like this A throw
me guess, you're Scorpio What's your rising? Where's your moon? Scorpios are pretty cool See I'm a sage Ha ha ha, so they say I'm a butterfly, I like
