the cars roll by and I just want to die I'm just singing the same old song its going, its going, its Gone I'm just SICK of the Same Old Song As
four years old I'm missing the Days when I was with everyone I knew just around the Christmas tree Now there's so many people and so many place s and
(Paper for drugs) I see a line waiting on block, cheese a mile long All tryin' to be strong (It's the same old song) But when I look into everybody'
all faded And the memories are all that remain Let that old September wind take me back to where I've been So I I can run through those cottonwood trees
obliged To ensure that its flock remains servile. "Repent ye sinners or be devoured in the flames of hell." Those very same flames that devoured their
a 25 to lifer They'll stab you at Folsom then fuck you on Rikers And Life Goes On Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and said he write my songs
a 25 to lifer They will stab you then ?? then fuck you on Rikers And Life Goes On Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and said he write my songs
you have a young kid and a wife then you need somewhere green far from the city It's rambling old house with a big apple tree With a swing for the kid
a 25 to lifer They will stab you then ??? then fuck you on Rikers And Life Goes On Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and said he write my songs
faded And the memories are all that remain Let that old September wind take me back to where I've been So I... Chorus: I can run through those cottonwood trees
has always been obliged To ensure that its flock remains servile. "Repent ye sinners or be devoured in the flames of hell." Those very same flames that
thugs both catchin' and firein' slugs (paper for drugs) I see a man waiting on block cheese in my lawn (its the same old song) but when I look into everybody
