The eyes of texas...are upon you The eyes of texas...are upon you Now here come the girls In that pretty red ford Yeah they're packing the girls In that
Good morning! Oh my, little shiny thing Gets me in the morning Bringing me round From the deepest sleep Wakin' me up And layin' me down When I was just
God is an illusion Created by god The worlds in revolution Created by god
My, my, oh my Gonna ride So high Got one life And it's mine to live Ain't gonna make it Workin' nine to five Just to stay alive Got no fins For to swim
How high the moon How high the moon The empty pillow The empty fellow Hello yellow moon
Jindalee jindalie Look up to the morning sky Jindalee jindalie Falling like the wind To an understanding sky Right into the arms of your love From the
Lucky one I am too (yes I am) Lucky three The one for me One, two, three I'm on my knees Jody sings I get high When she rings Clouds roll by
It's shit You wouldn't even wanna kiss it It's own mother doesn't miss it It's shit It's an art You know the devil's getting smart Just pull a string
Walking down the street I can feel the tension Everybody on me Like I'm some kinda suspect It's gotten me to thinkin' Life's some kinda survival Hell,
Major Lance have you forgotten where the beauty lies? Amongst all things between all things is where the beauty lies
here's a song from deep in the hole here's a song from deep in the hole la la la la la la la la la something for free something for you something for
when they come the hear the shotgun sing and it shines just like a diamond ring can't wait to see what the night will give the wind hits hard where
Now I am a saint a worried stone i ain't astral traveller Now i am a cat what you think 'bout that? nerve unraveller Wandering in a parking lot on
spending the day on the roof of the shed telling myself i'd be better off dead hung on the line no sense of time stuck in the crack of dawn breaking your
Shiva dancer Poison's the answer What killed the spider? Why the fly? Eat the fly Oh my oh my Evil tracers Scanners and lazers Teacups and tazers aw
When the moon falls right out of your pocket When a dime won't buy time of the day You can push you can pull you can knock it Let the tide take your troubles
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C'mon little child just sitting there C'mon down to the county fair Out on the highest peaks Where we can speak our piece Up on the ferris wheel We can
