bums is lagging See me in that new thing, bums is gagging I'm starting to feel like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon I'm starting to feel
you one my way One day this shit'll kill me but I guess that it's OK I've lost all fate in a world so full of hate I don't fucking love music I just
I get the feelin' we've been left in the dark About mysterious lights in the sky The magnetic poles start to shift The world is chargin' at the speed
she reaches out to touch me shes smiles when i get lost in her brown eyes just knowing that she loves me makes everything thats wrong in my world alright
knows And I'm cryin' inside and nobody knows it but me Why didn't I say the things I needed to say? How could I let my angel get away? Now my world
exodus of birds from the trees But they didn't know we were only pretending And the people all looked up and looked pleased And the birds flew around like the whole world
the name when this all go down You feelin' me now? 'Cause if I'm showin' you something That you never seen then you gon' shake when you see This dusty
down the highway It's a dusty, bumpy road if you're going my way Got myself in a little mess, got busted down around Abilene I was going way to fast boys feeling
unknown The breathing space No civilized lies The breast of the world Fortune, fabulous, challenge the bridge, white innocence calls The breast of the world
The Time My Whole World Walk Away Always Seems To Go Faster Than I Want It To Now I Gotta Let You Know Maybe I'm Crazy To Feel The Way I Do I May
master, son So sit your ass down 'fore I blast ya one 'Cause I'm so greasy you can call me 'Mud' An' I feel a little Hank runnin' through my blood I wanna flood the world
of songs I've made some bad rhymes Top of the world Yet I aint never left my head to turn and look back Every second page is anthem Perfected writ mood In the perfect world
You hold me close, naked, I don't feel a thing Your zipper's all but cherry but I don't feel anything Your mind is stranded down, I'm closing you in my
words Are dead Oh, flame's still burning She's not learning Can't keep turning Back discarded memories Dusty thoughts Start to tease her He turned her world
building in sight What the hell "Merci monsieur" "Bon, Venez!" His faced creased in pleasure, he set off in front of me Swinging his leg between the crutches with agonising care Up the dusty
like this old world is turnin' slow And you think you'll find the answer to it all Where corn don't grow" Hard times are real There's dusty fields no
To the rollin' of the wheels 'Til one day the tractor laid The old man down to the ground The tractor pitched him into a ditch and Left a dusty sound
ole track Can't feel nothing but your life flyin' by You got trouble on your hands, trouble on your mind Bottom of the bottle sure makes you feel good