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| 1. |
| 3:07 | 
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This is Shannon's interpretation of the song
Original written by Hoyt Axton Snow flakes rolling over my ear, goose bumping weather If I'm hungry at 4:30 in the morning, Pink Dot will deliver And I'm oh so tired of you pushing that thorny crown Down onto my head so hard, My knees are two inches in the ground And I said, God damn, God damn that Bible pushin' man You know I smoked a lot of grass and I've popped a lot of pills But I've never done nothing That my spirit couldn't kill And I walk around with these tombstones in my eyes But I know the pusher don't care, If you live or if you die. And I said, God damn, God damn that Bible pushin' man. Godamn, Godamn, Godamn, Godamn, God damn |
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| 2. |
| 2:03 |
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I have no fingertips
They were burned away from too many stove trips Can't find no fingernails I ate them off cause I was hungry as hell Can't read, can't clear my mind So here I go I've got to get into this lifetime I think I'm gonna build a fence To keep inside what little sense The sense of taste The sense of smell The sense to sit here and feel like hell To feel like hell The sun, the moon, the stars Is that what you're thinking that you are As I'll disintegrate over time If I expect my Body to try and keep up with my mind Today everything's mine Today everything's mine Today everything's mine |
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| 3. |
| 3:10 |
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The clothesline of cold eyes
Is washing away the face before Now tell me what's wrong you see everyone's gone You gotta do your best to decorate this dying' day This dying' day All over a bowl of bitter beans All over a bowl of bitter beans And outside way, way up high I got a quarter moon mist hanging' over me And now, I want that rocking chair outta there Cause he's no longer living here It's no longer needed here All over a bowl of bitter beans All over a bowl of bitter beans And I got a corner store and that's all the more For me to praise upon the holidays And now I'll close my eyes really, really tight And make you all go away, I'll make you all go all go away And I'll pull the trigger and make it all go away And I'll make it all go away, I'll make it all go away |
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| 4. |
| 2:25 |
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All I can say you know my life it's pretty plain
And all that I can do, is just pour some tea for two And speak my point of view, but it's not sane No it's not sane No it's not sane No it's not sane It's not sane And I don't understand why I sleep all God damn day All that I do, is read a book to stay awake It rips my life away It rips my life away And it rips my life away And it will rip your life away |
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| 5. |
| 3:16 |
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How come, girl was there when I needed one
How come, girl was there when the song is done Some say, open your eyes to a brighter light Okay, open my arms they were right She was my soul one She felt she was the only one She was the sun, the sky blue eyes She was my soul one Inside, pain in my heart often made her cry Outside, I cursed the birds and the sugar sky How long take to realize she's the one How long until I find my lost and lonely soul one She was my soul one She felt like the only one She was the sun, the sky blue eyes She was my soul one Should of never taken the time 'Cause I found myself living a lonely lie You said, you left to find yourself But I never, no I never got the chance to say good-bye She was my soul one I though she was....... |
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| 6. |
| 3:36 |
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It ain't fair, John Sinclair
In the stir for breathing air Won't you care for John Sinclair? In the stir for breathing air Let him be, set him free Let him be like you and me They gave him ten for two What else can the judges do? Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him free If he'd been a soldier man Shooting gooks in Vietnam If he was the CIA Selling dope and making hay He'd be free, they'd let him be Breathing air, like you and me They gave him ten for two What else can the judges do? Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him free They gave him ten for two They got Ali Otis too. Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him free Was he jailed for what he done? Or representing everyone Free John now, if we can From the clutches of the man Let him be, lift the lid Bring him to his wife and kids They gave him ten for two What else can the bastards do? Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him free |
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| 7. |
| 2:49 |
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All that I need is the air that I breathe
And all that I need are(all) things I don't need And all that really matters is what matters to me(hee..hee) and who of you are like me If I was to smile and I held out my hand(hold) and opened it now would you not understand Because you know if I'm to benefit I'll do everything that I can(handle) And who of you are like me It will make you feel good over my shoulder It will get me down And got me tied up Til' I grow older But feel me inside of you like you want it to But is it just the pains in your head that are thrilling me Another life's...falling down onto its knees But I'll never smile the way that I did like that day... Everything will be Ok It'll be Ok |
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| 8. |
| 3:20 |
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Sitting' on the back of my time
Fishing' through the cities phone lines Suddenly, Suddenly 'til my back's out of line Who today will be knocked off And who controls all the chalk talk Will they let you see And will you believe May there be a charm in your shine Lies about the big find But shouldn't he, so deservingly |
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| 9. |
| 1:50 |
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Life Ain't So Shitty
There's a lot that you can be And ain't it a pity But it's alright, to smile back at me And if we both go there We can count on problems that we might not necessarily Come in contact with.. Hey wake up, do you know where I'm coming' from And life ain't so shitty There's a lot that you can be And ain't it a pity But it's alright, to smile back at me And if we both go there We can count on problems that I might not necessarily come in contact with If you don't know where I'm coming' from |
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| 10. |
| 3:45 |
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Come down from the ceiling
Oh, these pills were made for feeling Oh, so divine I've got a lump in my throat So I'll keep hold of hope Oh yeah, Oh yeah I've got a lump in my throat And it makes it hard to swallow That's why we'll crawl to walk for running Oh there's not so much more in store That's why we'll never, ever divide I've got a lump in my throat So, I'll keep hold of hope Oh yeah, Oh yeah I've got a lump in my throat And it makes it hard to swallow Telling me winning is now or never Seems like nobody really cares Because they're just killing my time They're just killing my time Don't you know they're just killing my time |
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| 11. |
| 3:29 |
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Pull you down now
Knees knelt, I got my arms open wide I got the shades turned, so the colors die No, don't hold too tight to the reel Cause it's a big one boy Its' gonna pull you down now Pull you down now No, the cook can't look No, the cook can't look No, no cause he's keeping his eye on the kettle In deed he will be around When you or you or you feel the need to feel Pull you down now Well I live more than what you'll ever know But I'll give you more than what I'll ever show I live more than what you'll ever know And I give you more that what I'll ever show More than I'll ever show More than I'll ever show More than I'll ever show More than I'll ever show More than I'll ever show More than I'll ever show |
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| 12. |
| 3:53 |
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Big stretch and not much sleep
I got a couple of palm trees on each side of my cheek And it's a bright blue Saturday And the rummage sellin' the rubbish to me But if I could buy the sky, that's hanging over this bed of mine If I could climb these vines and maybe see what you're seeing If you were standing' on the corner staring straight into the eyes of Jesus Christ One porch, one dog, one cockroach only one way to be I got sewage fruit and it's growing out back from roots I don't know if they belong to me But if I could buy the sky that's hanging over this bed of mine And if I could climb these vines and maybe see what you're seeing Sitting at the edge of this building, Twenty stories below, twenty stories below Twenty stories below Twenty stories below I can't tell you, how many ways that I've sat and viewed my life today, but I can tell you I don't think that I can find an easier way So if I see you walking hand in hand in hand with a three armed man, you know I'll understand But you should have been in my shoes yesterday You should have been in my shoes yesterday |
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| 13. |
| 1:54 |
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Underlying
Oh, so more important here Any kind Oh, what ever shakes a thrill Mark my face The air is really heavy now I pledge allegiance So God why don't you come on over here D- I- E- D Oh, that's what has happened to you G - R - E - E - D Well, there is nothing more to take Pour the red wine Watch the news, maybe ventilate I pledge allegiance So laddy why don't you come on over here Letters from the porcupine They'll stick straight through you So read one anytime You think you've made mistakes Now we'll wait for later Maybe the next in line will be Someone who's Daddy's blood Ran out next to Bush and to be him |
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