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I'm standing at the crossroads in life, and I don't know where to go.
You know you've got my heart babe, but my music's got my soul. Let me play it one more time, I'll tell the truth and make it rhyme, And hope they understand me. Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I die before I wake, feed Jake, he's been a good dog, My best friend right through it all, if I die before I wake, Feed Jake Now Broadway's like a sewer, bums and hookers everywhere. Whino's passed out on the side walk, doesn't anybody care. Some say he's worthless, just let him be. But I for one would have to disagree. And so would their mamas. Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I die before I wake, feed Jake, he's been a good dog, My best friend right through it all, if I die before I wake, Feed Jake Now If you get an ear pierced, some will call you gay. But if you drive a pick-up, they'll say 'No, you must be straight.' What we are and what we ain't, what we can and what we can't, Does it really matter? Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I die before I wake, feed Jake, he's been a good dog, My best friend right through it all, if I die before I wake, Feed Jake If I die before I wake, feed Jake (x3) |
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Ya think theres someone else
So today you're gonna leave But I went out alone I can't help what you beleive You Can't blame it all on me Chorus Speak of the devil He took me out again last night He got me drunk and he got me in a fight He was chasing women I was just there for the ride Speak of the devil He took me out again last night You say I had my chance And I did'nt change my ways Well It aint all my fault (whoooa) But I still got hell to pay Well it feels like judgment day Chorus x 2 |
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I don't know, If I can recover,
How can we be friends, if we cant be lovers, It's killing me, thinking of you with him Call it Pride, call it stubborn, But I won't give up, til i know theres no other way, To start all over again. Cause there's just so much one man can take, Even the strongest heart can break When the tears start to roll It's like like trying to hold back the Sea. But I won't give up, you know how I am I'll fight til I fall, and make one more stand How can I loose Fighting for You Cause there's just so much one man can take Even the strongest hears can break When the tears start to roll It's like trying to hold back the sea But I wont give up, you know how I am I'll fight til I fall, and make one more stand How can I loose, Fighting for you Tell me how can I loose, Fighting for you |
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The assembly plant moved to Mexico
The domestic sales started getting slow But the bills kept pouring in me And Beck took it on the chin And the day the landlord threw us out Becky she threw in the towel She had enough at last Of these modern grapes of wrath Saddam Hussein still has a job but I don't Tonight he'll sleep in a big warm bed but I won't You'll see me standing in front of a bus stop both With a sign that reads will work for food And later I'll take my place around the trash barrel fire Where's the pot of gold for a street man named desire It seems like a million years ago I faced each day full of hope Honest labor with my hands Making a livin', making plans Well, I never was much at drinking before But these days its all that Keeps me warm Its still hard to believe This could ever happen to me Saddam Hussein still has a job but I don't Tonight he'll sleep in a big warm bed but I won't You'll see me standing in front of a bus stop both With a sign that reads will work for food And later I'll take my place around the trash barrel fire Where's the pot of gold for a street man named Desire Saddam Hussein still has a job but I don't Tonight he'll sleep in a big warm bed but I won't You'll see me standing in front of a bus stop both With a sign that reads will work for food And later I'll take my place around the trash barrel fire Where's the pot of gold for a street man named Desire The President still has a job but I don't Tonight he'll sleep in a big warm bed but I won't You'll see me standing in front of a bus stop both With a sign that reads will work for food And later I'll take my place around the trash barrel fire Where's the pot of gold for a street man named Desire Where's the pot of gold for a street man named Desire |
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