of my attire She tied me to the bedposts then she lit the room on fire She took out a scarf wrapped it around my eyes till I was blind But with my X-
how Darling, are we in trouble now? They say we're grown up We've been searching all this time And I wouldn't own up Never would admit to flying blind
If you hate the taste of wine Why do you drink it till you're blind? And if you swear that there's no truth and who cares How come you say it, like you
If you hate the taste of wine But do you drink it till you?re blind? And if ya swear that there?s no truth and who cares How come you say it, like you
store-bought clothes When the young maiden came over And knelt down beside him and on his lapel placed a rose There's a bird in the sky Flying high, flying
is a movie, pick your own role Climb your own ladder or you dig your own hole Sit around crying thats like sitting round dying You wanna touch the sky bitch you figure out flying
On a long-hot summer's day Yes, you are You're the words I'm planning Five part Chekhov play You make a rich man poor And make a blind man see again
engines blow flies out your left window Your rap is catnip with slob dropping on the pillow Shut your face, shut your mouth like pigeons flying south
' with my misfits Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone Fifty songs tucked under the prone Yeah man Sticky weed kickin' in, big Ball steppin' in Straight flying
hear you say, "I'm going down, mayday, mayday" I'm gonna clown 'cause every time that the pigs have got me Y'all rub it in with the flying Nazi military
two. (That's true) You've got to believe in yourself or no one Will I believe in you Imagination like a bird on the wing Flying, free for you to use (
park, sipping wine casks, Watching whole cars as they went flying past, I couldn't paint so I rhymed to the writers, They'd laugh, light up a smoke, and get blinded
layer A laugh can bring you to your knees Or lift you till you're flying Do you wanna live it now or later? Memory refused to find Is wasted on the color blind
end of Poppie Johnny Road Old blind that cures your misery Give her five dollars, boy Oh, and a reason to believe A reason to believe Hold me tight, flying
Troubled little angel Inconsistent flying blind most of the time Drama queen Pretty and untangling Feathers in her wings Captured by her dreams Desperately
wind They tell me that she's headed for the country once again I miss her sermons of Seek and ye shall find Truth is just a bluebird flying blind And
on the rise You came through it all the way flying through the skies Dark beauty With that long night's journey in you eyes Sweet Goddess Born of a blinding
dear Now we're flying Sacred bailing so enthralling Mystifying Ride To the other side Ride 'til we're sanctified On the verge dear As we merge dear Now we're flying