The moon has blocked the sun That I haven?t seen for days It walks the street as the chimneys burn I?ll drink some beer as to find my way My way home
When this freedom stains my coat With the winter in my throat When I'm lost I dig the dirt When I fall I drive the hearse And silence is another
Aiyyo you might see Cam in designer underwear New reclining leather chair reminders everywhere How we pull up in whips the minors stop and stare And when
Sometimes it gets real hard And I need some kind of output For input twice the size Of my one inch mind So slap me on the hand Put it right back down
In the boardroom the quiet man Takes a second to think what to do He's out of his seat and he's starting to speak And he hears his own voice For years
Girl you are groove You're like the planets when you move See the winter 'coming In a two finned caddy Gonna walk upon the waters Go ooo yea Girl
I was young and I was stupid, I had just turned seventeen I took my hits on a dumb road trip to Nashville Tennessee I packed my antihistamines and Tupperware
Gonna paint our wagon Gonna paint it good We ain't braggin' We're gonna coat that wood. There Gonna paint that wagon There Gonna paint it good They aint
Mammoth to man morbid to god it's coming to take them away Coming in sight viewing in fright say goodbye to today Collecting the living collecting the
(Wait for the wagon wait for the wagon Wait for the wagon and we'll all take a ride) Will you come with me my Susie dear beyond blue mountains free Where
If you don't trust me I'll fall I've wind in my sails But the seas make me pale And the floorboards are creaking below Find me the oars to row me to
WON'T YOU RIDE IN MY LITTLE RED WAGON Writer Rex Griffin Won't you ride in my little red wagon I'd love to pull you down the street I'll bet all the
On a hill, on the devil's top There is a man hiding in the shadows of the night He's trying to stop the course of time The line dividing good from wrong
He had a plan to kill you all along The evidence was hidden in this song I was a ghost, I was there at the scene As the embers rise my hands smelled like
He had a plan to kill you all along, The evidence was hidden in this song, I was a ghost, I was there at the scene, As the embers rise, my hands,
well all me don't love is the people weh fight 'gainst me. Me don't love dem, but me enjoy dem because me cyan sit dung and think of dem and write music
I talk to the trees But they don't listen to me I talk to the stars But they never hear me The breeze hasn't time To stop and hear what I say I talk