Speaking in Lyrics
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And they said that the end of that road I was on
Was somewhere between Jennings and Jones
Was somewhere between Jennings and Jones
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Everyone I've ever known has wished me well
Anyway that's how it seems, it's hard to tell
Maybe people only ask you how you're doing
'Cause that's easier than letting on how little they could care
Anyway that's how it seems, it's hard to tell
Maybe people only ask you how you're doing
'Cause that's easier than letting on how little they could care
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing
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But f you've got a real friend somewhere
Suddenly all the others are so much easier to bare
Suddenly all the others are so much easier to bare
If you don't run you rust
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The window's dirty
The mattress stinks
This ain't no place to be a man
Ain't got no future
Ain't got no past
And I don't think I ever can.
The floor is filthy
The walls are thin
The wind in howling in my face
The rats are peeling
I'm loosing ground
Can't seem to join the human race.
I'm living in a shithole
Don't want to stay in this shithole
Don't want to die in this shithole
Girl, get me out of this shithole.
I rode the jet stream
I hit the top
I'm eating steak and lobster tails
The sauna's drafty
The pool's too hot
The kitchen stinks of boiling snails.
The tax man's coming
The butler quit
This ain't no place to be a man
I'm going back to where I started
I'm flashing back into my pan.
It's better in a shithole
You know where you stand in a shithole
Folks lend a hand in a shithole
Girl, get me back to my shithole
The mattress stinks
This ain't no place to be a man
Ain't got no future
Ain't got no past
And I don't think I ever can.
The floor is filthy
The walls are thin
The wind in howling in my face
The rats are peeling
I'm loosing ground
Can't seem to join the human race.
I'm living in a shithole
Don't want to stay in this shithole
Don't want to die in this shithole
Girl, get me out of this shithole.
I rode the jet stream
I hit the top
I'm eating steak and lobster tails
The sauna's drafty
The pool's too hot
The kitchen stinks of boiling snails.
The tax man's coming
The butler quit
This ain't no place to be a man
I'm going back to where I started
I'm flashing back into my pan.
It's better in a shithole
You know where you stand in a shithole
Folks lend a hand in a shithole
Girl, get me back to my shithole
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing
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A tall shadow dressed
the way that secrets always dress
when they want everyone to know
that they're around.
Comes leaning in, whispering:
"My friend over there
don't know what she's talking about."
Did you really believe?
Come on, did you really believe
that everyone makes it out?
the way that secrets always dress
when they want everyone to know
that they're around.
Comes leaning in, whispering:
"My friend over there
don't know what she's talking about."
Did you really believe?
Come on, did you really believe
that everyone makes it out?
Let the outside air in
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In fact I learned how
to make a living
out of making mistakes
Besides you got such pretty eyes
for a snake
I'm still lookin' for them eyes ...
to make a living
out of making mistakes
Besides you got such pretty eyes
for a snake
I'm still lookin' for them eyes ...
I keep it all together for the sake of the kids.
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I've been playing shows out west with no guarantee
That anybody's ever gonna give a damn about me
I made enough last night to fill that tank up one more time
And pulling into Hotel Amarillo with a bottle of wine
That anybody's ever gonna give a damn about me
I made enough last night to fill that tank up one more time
And pulling into Hotel Amarillo with a bottle of wine
A single shot rifle and a one eyed dog.
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I sit out by the highway and I hear those big CATs growl
Where the quail gonna fly to, where are the rabbits gonna run
I watch em tear it all to hell what used to be my church
They're tearing up my grandpa's land
They're treatin my grandpa's land like dirt
Where the quail gonna fly to, where are the rabbits gonna run
I watch em tear it all to hell what used to be my church
They're tearing up my grandpa's land
They're treatin my grandpa's land like dirt
A single shot rifle and a one eyed dog.
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We are played for suckers all the time
Phony rock and roll
It's a crime
Phony rock and roll
It's a crime
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They say that patriotism is the last refuge
To which a scoundrel clings
Steal a little and they throw you in jail
Steal a lot and they make you king
There's only one step down from here, baby
It's called the land of permanent bliss
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?
To which a scoundrel clings
Steal a little and they throw you in jail
Steal a lot and they make you king
There's only one step down from here, baby
It's called the land of permanent bliss
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing
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Sometimes I throw off a good one--
Least I think it is.
No, I know it is.
I shouldn't be thinking at all.
I shouldn't be thinking at all.
Maybe I'm doing it wrong.
Maybe I'm doing it wrong.
I don't think I'm gettin'
What everyone's gettin'.
Maybe I'm doing it wrong.
Least I think it is.
No, I know it is.
I shouldn't be thinking at all.
I shouldn't be thinking at all.
Maybe I'm doing it wrong.
Maybe I'm doing it wrong.
I don't think I'm gettin'
What everyone's gettin'.
Maybe I'm doing it wrong.
The sooner we put those assholes in the grave&piss on the dirt above it, the better off we'll be
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i didn't recognize any from this page.
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When did The Land of the Free become The Home of the Afraid?
Afraid of the world, afraid of the truth
Afraid of each other
This ain't the country my grandfather fought for
But I still see the hate he fought against.
Give rest to the tired, give mercy to the poor
Give warmth to the huddled masses
And I'll show you freedom.
Afraid of the world, afraid of the truth
Afraid of each other
This ain't the country my grandfather fought for
But I still see the hate he fought against.
Give rest to the tired, give mercy to the poor
Give warmth to the huddled masses
And I'll show you freedom.
Let the outside air in
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Good one.schlanky wrote:When did The Land of the Free become The Home of the Afraid?
Afraid of the world, afraid of the truth
Afraid of each other
This ain't the country my grandfather fought for
But I still see the hate he fought against.
Give rest to the tired, give mercy to the poor
Give warmth to the huddled masses
And I'll show you freedom.
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So, every time the curtain falls
Every time the curtain falls on some forgotten life
It is because we all stood by, silent and indifferent
It's normal
Every time the curtain falls on some forgotten life
It is because we all stood by, silent and indifferent
It's normal
And I knew when I woke up Rock N Roll would be here forever
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Give me your hungry, your tired, your poor, I'll piss on 'em
that's what the Statue of Bigotry says
Your poor huddled masses, let's club 'em to death
and get it over with and just dump 'em on the boulevard
that's what the Statue of Bigotry says
Your poor huddled masses, let's club 'em to death
and get it over with and just dump 'em on the boulevard
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing
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Living in the wasteland of the free
Where the poor have now become the enemy
Let's blame our troubles on the weak ones
Sounds like some kind of Hitler remedy
Living in the wasteland of the free
Where the poor have now become the enemy
Let's blame our troubles on the weak ones
Sounds like some kind of Hitler remedy
Living in the wasteland of the free
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing
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People of America!
I bring you a great army
To preserve peace
In our empire
Throw them to the lions
Darling, let us go to the banouet hall...
There will be a great feast tonight!
Who are these Christians?
What is this strange religion?
I've heard it said they turn the other cheek
Ha ha ha ha
Throw them to the lions
Throw them to the lions
Throw them to the lions
Thumbs down
10 pieces of gold for every man
Hail Caesar! Hail Caesar!
I bring you a great army
To preserve peace
In our empire
Throw them to the lions
Darling, let us go to the banouet hall...
There will be a great feast tonight!
Who are these Christians?
What is this strange religion?
I've heard it said they turn the other cheek
Ha ha ha ha
Throw them to the lions
Throw them to the lions
Throw them to the lions
Thumbs down
10 pieces of gold for every man
Hail Caesar! Hail Caesar!
The sooner we put those assholes in the grave&piss on the dirt above it, the better off we'll be
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Now there’s a song I haven’t heard in ages. Gonna have to bust out that albumJohn A Arkansawyer wrote:People of America!
I bring you a great army
To preserve peace
In our empire
Throw them to the lions
Darling, let us go to the banouet hall...
There will be a great feast tonight!
Who are these Christians?
What is this strange religion?
I've heard it said they turn the other cheek
Ha ha ha ha
Throw them to the lions
Throw them to the lions
Throw them to the lions
Thumbs down
10 pieces of gold for every man
Hail Caesar! Hail Caesar!
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing
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They ordained the Trumps
and then he got the mumps
and died being treated at Mt. Sinai
And my best friend Bill
died from a poison pill
some wired doctor prescribed for stress
My arms and legs are shrunk
the food all has lumps
They discovered some animal no one's ever seen
It was an inside trader eating a rubber tire
after running over Rudy Giuliani
They say the President's dead
but no one can find his head
It's been missing now for weeks
But no one noticed it
he has seemed so fit
and I'm Sick of it
and then he got the mumps
and died being treated at Mt. Sinai
And my best friend Bill
died from a poison pill
some wired doctor prescribed for stress
My arms and legs are shrunk
the food all has lumps
They discovered some animal no one's ever seen
It was an inside trader eating a rubber tire
after running over Rudy Giuliani
They say the President's dead
but no one can find his head
It's been missing now for weeks
But no one noticed it
he has seemed so fit
and I'm Sick of it
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing
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From the splinter in the hand to the thorn in the heart
To the shotgun to the head
You got no choice but to learn to glean solace from pain
Or you'll end up cynical or dead
To the shotgun to the head
You got no choice but to learn to glean solace from pain
Or you'll end up cynical or dead
The sooner we put those assholes in the grave&piss on the dirt above it, the better off we'll be
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The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day
The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays
He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
He knows the drink affects his speed he's praying for a doorway
Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench
Life outside the diamond is a wrench
I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend
I know it wouldn't come to love, my heroine pretend
A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day
You'd settle for an epitaph like "Walk Away, Renee"
The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower
Meet you at the statue in an hour
Meet you at the statue in an hour
The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays
He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
He knows the drink affects his speed he's praying for a doorway
Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench
Life outside the diamond is a wrench
I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend
I know it wouldn't come to love, my heroine pretend
A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day
You'd settle for an epitaph like "Walk Away, Renee"
The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower
Meet you at the statue in an hour
Meet you at the statue in an hour
The sooner we put those assholes in the grave&piss on the dirt above it, the better off we'll be
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It all got too damn much for me
Just got too damn rough
And I pushed away my plate
And said boys I've had enough
And I laid upon the table
Another piece of meat
And I opened up my veins to them
And said come on eat
Just got too damn rough
And I pushed away my plate
And said boys I've had enough
And I laid upon the table
Another piece of meat
And I opened up my veins to them
And said come on eat
The sooner we put those assholes in the grave&piss on the dirt above it, the better off we'll be
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His momma back home
Kind of wishes he'd phone,
But his dad hopes he don't call today.
The last time he called
Was some time last fall,
For money, and to beg them to pray.
Well, the Church has his money,
And his clothes are still funny,
And them new shoes ain't even his size.
He used to take acid,
And now he loves God,
But he's still got that look in his eye.
Kind of wishes he'd phone,
But his dad hopes he don't call today.
The last time he called
Was some time last fall,
For money, and to beg them to pray.
Well, the Church has his money,
And his clothes are still funny,
And them new shoes ain't even his size.
He used to take acid,
And now he loves God,
But he's still got that look in his eye.
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing
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All of the girls agreed
That together we could make a rock star out of me
But then we started taking acid
Things really got out of hand, man
I don’t like looking back on those days now
Words we said, clothes we wore
I act crazy when I get asked about
I can’t explain how I can’t explain no more, but
It wasn’t only the Beatles...
We also jammed out to the Moody Blues, man
Lot of music spoke to you back then, man
The music really SPOKE to you back then
That together we could make a rock star out of me
But then we started taking acid
Things really got out of hand, man
I don’t like looking back on those days now
Words we said, clothes we wore
I act crazy when I get asked about
I can’t explain how I can’t explain no more, but
It wasn’t only the Beatles...
We also jammed out to the Moody Blues, man
Lot of music spoke to you back then, man
The music really SPOKE to you back then
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In the future, dogs will be cats, yeah
And in the future, shoes will be hats, yeah
And in the future, wrong will be right
And in the future, you will party all night
And in the future, shoes will be hats, yeah
And in the future, wrong will be right
And in the future, you will party all night
The sooner we put those assholes in the grave&piss on the dirt above it, the better off we'll be