JESUS IS KNOCKIN' ON THE DOOR OF YOUR HEART TODAY DROPPING RATTLESNAKES IN THE PLAYGROUND ARE WE EVIL ARE WE GOOD (MATTHEW 18:6) DROPPING RATTLESNAKES
In Cut Throat Lane the chains were swinging. Iron boots with blades on springs were lancing. Silver dance. The ghetto ballerinas tiptoed, blasting. Rattlesnake
Jodie wears a hat although it hasn't rained for six days She says, "A girl needs a gun these days" Hey on account of those rattlesnakes On account of
[Sinner] All right! In the heat of the night in a backstreet bar Down in a one horse town He was in need of a woman, he had nothin' to lose So he started
Johnny started to play With it at shool And finished in the forest His friend played with Matches They didn't save him Doctors couldn't put him Back together
Jodie wears a hat Although it hasn't rained for six days She says, "A girl needs a gun these days Hey, on account of all the rattlesnakes" She looks
It may look easy When you look at me But it took years of effort To become the mess that you see Now what kind of woman Take you for a ride Down the
Throughtout the years He's spent his time Looking for the price Hidden inside Found the cure Pain divine Put it on a page Watch it change Into a diary
Goddamn, holy diver You made it right back to my bed Manifested lips that whisper kiss That whisper kiss Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey,
B-b-boogie Boogie like a baby, dance like a dog I'm a rock 'n' roll bandit when I'm doin' my job Well, I've been workin' from 9 to 5 Just like all of
One more day, do you know how long? Voices out there say, "Sing your song" But all they ever see is the spotlight shining Never to know, I stand here
Well I'd rather be a fishin' or at least just a wishin' I was And if you really ask me I'll tell you what is in my heart 'Cause I'm a down home picker
Troubled in mind, I'm little blue Bet you I won't be blue always 'Cause that ol' sun's gonna shine On Jerry Lee Lewis's back door step someday I'm gonna
i check my hand, it's shredded and bleeding from holding broken glass punching echoes in the face can't see you, eyes covered, not looking your ice blue
For weeks your falling, that's my darling Sawing you in two, using me, using you Hear them calling drawing you back What can you do? Watch out Mack, here
I wanna take you to the Garden of Eden Where they play Duane Eddy not Bert Weedon Wanna mingle with the riff raff and be a rebel So echo the bass and
(Dolly Parton) I'll be home with bells on I'll be home with bells on Trim the tree and wrap the presents turn the Christmas music on This Christmas
Let's go hang out in a mall, or a morgue A smorgasbord Let's go hang out in a church We'll go find lurch Then we'll haul ass down through the abbey Is
