A flask I drink of sober tea While relay cameras monitor me And the buzz surrounds it does Buzz surrounds Buzz surrounds Closed eyed sky wide open Unlimited
There are twenty-three hours that I can get by But the twenty-fourth hour is the one when I cry I pray that it won't come, but it comes anyhow And the
Listen to the lyrics we are the one's prophesied to return My main concern is for all of you to learn How to live, yes through the lyrics I give and send
Anybody in here right now with tape decks turn 'em on And put 'em on record, I'll give you a second I want to add authenticity to your tape, so when it
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I'm here at Fourth and Main Been standing in the rain I feel no joy, I feel no pain I got nothing to lose, nothing to gain I'm at Fourth and Main Been
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It's one am, you haven't called Must be four, wherever you are And the photo booth strip And the letter you wrote Feel like nothing I could hold Nothing
When she said, "Don't waste your words, they're just lies" I cried she was deaf And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes Then said, "What else
On the first night of my drinking I was looking for my keys I was half blind and stinking and bloody at the knees I had a built in fever and bright red
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Walk all alone on a quest to wake up as the day you said Life is only real then, when I am When I walk on the way of the fourth way When your journey
Like you I've been hurt, seen my face in the dirt But I never reacted like you The last time we met, you seemed so upset When you left town you did not
Like you I've been hurt, seen my face in the dirt, but I never reacted like you The last time we met, you seemed so upset, when you left town you did
Here we are under these particular stars Here we stand Victorian Where the white folk can grow to no so Very little about the black folk The same
Firstly, you begin Secondly, you continue Thirdly, you end Fourthly,
Oh purificator fire, that burns in me Rekindle my courage, gife me your force Blow, northerly wind, come, wind of death Storms, hurricanes, be at my side
Love makes it good to be free Well, I'll take it shorter Now if I had the time to Well, I'd make it longer One makes it two to find the three To change