I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you
I know you were right believing for so long
I'm all out of love, what am I without you
I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong
Soon I discovered, that this rock thing was true
Jerry Lee Lewis was the devil
Jesus was an architect, previous to his career as a prophet
All of a sudden, I found myself in love with the world
So there was only one thing that I could do
Was ding a ding dang my dang a long ling long
jeff2sf wrote:I don't know Eddie Jordan from Michael Jordan. What I do know is that he was eminently qualified.
The Savior wrote:ntc's are relatively worthless in the nhl.
and i'm not saying that we can save you
but we can put you in a place where you can save yourself
and if you don't get born again
at least you'll get high as hell
no offense but you are everything that's wrong with America
Last night I dreamt the whole night long
I woke with a head full of songs
I spent the whole day--I wrote 'em down but it's a shame
Tonight I'll burn the lyrics
Cause every chorus was your name
you sure do seem to have a lot of time on your hands to be on this forum? Do you have a job? Are you a shut-in?
The Playboy centerfold is younger than me
She likes family get-togethers and aborigines
I don’t think I can ever masturbate again
I don’t think I will ever steal that magazine from my father again
We were wrapped up in our music, that's why we never saw,
The cars pull up, the boys get out and the room fill up with law.
They came pounding through the back door in the middle of the song.
They got me for possession of something that was gone, long gone.
Don't you think this outlaw bit has done got out of hand?
What started out to be a joke, the law don't understand.
Was it singing through my nose that got me busted by the man?
Maybe this here outlaw bit has done got out of hand.
"Everybody's a critic. This wasn't an aesthetic endeavor."
I drag a yellow taxi meter behind every measure
And charge cats for labeling me shepherd
"That'll be Six Fifty plus tip darlin,
I take cash, credit, check, money-order, gold and cigarette cartons"
Along came a spider sold her eggs to any buyer
Now the shooter in back is six legs wider than the driver
If you make no friends on the way to the top rung
There is no secret handshake club I do not give a fuck
But know the cancers make the olive branches obviously standard
So when they extend from the yachts and mansions drop your cannons
All kings hang 'em for the cliff side drip dry
Will he clip to zip line or slip for his final dip dive
If he live, will he survive the milligrams of middle ground
They pump into the pinstripe pentagrams over tinseltown
Or kill a man who trickled down the city with his scissors out as sickles
Dipped in military hells bells and whistles
Riders to the east
Now the wild tribes
Thank you for the peace on earth and mercy miled high