land of milk and honey You've got to have that money I think you know what I I guess you know what I I know you know what I mean
I heard the story as it was passed down About guts and glory and rebel stands Four generations, a whole lot has changed Robert E. Lee, Martin Luther King We've come a
I've got a hard road ahead of me and a battlefield behind I've got a heavy load on top of me that's mine and only mine I can't go running to nobody solicitating
He ain't had a normal home Hey, I'm depraved On account I'm deprived So take him to a headshrinker My father is a bastard, my ma?s an S.O.B. My grandpa
name is And my wife is at the PT and I had to You know we could I buy you Is that a Scotch and so a What will it be Your place Or a place to
I include myself, I cast my own stone I'm the man in the mirror, y'all, I can see my role But I'm here by grace, through Christ, by faith I had to make
I?m feeling low. And I got home and I started to rest But, my heart fell out of my chest. And, I?m feeling blank. I?m a mess and I?m just like the
runnin' on the ramp on board, I just Made it again Pull pillows down and a blanket and I Stretch out 'cross the seat Yes I'm racked our, winging homeward Where I got
for a lifetime that's bare as can be There's a vacancy, won't you come to me And fill my empty spaces I'm a motel man in a promised land That's filled
I had my birthday, I made it thirty-four Mere mortal, not immortal, not star-crossed anymore I've got this problem with my aging, I no longer can ignore A
's got a secret tattoo with my home address She told the truth, I told the story She got the goods, I got the glory She's never wrong and I'm never sorry
I'm the king of my desires, I've tried them all a thousand times I have got to choose between this world and You It's got a grip, I must admit, I can
I know why you came here You got the devil in you seeping out your pores You can't bring me down low You can't pull me under I've been there, honey I
Yet I gave up the sea long ago (Aide #2:) More bad news from Rome; she met with the Pope She only got a rosary, a kindly word (Che:) I wouldn't say
all its glories How can I go home and not get blown away You and I had our sights set on something Hope this doesn't mean our days are numbered I've got
this I can't believe this, I'm so wasted From all the fruits of life that I've tasted Never a clone on the microphone I got shit built up 'cause I never
the shadows, with a bare wooden cross for company) VALJEAN Alone I wait in the shadows I count the hours till I can sleep I dreamed a dream Cosette stood