Do as I say not as I do because The shit's so deep you can't run away I beg to differ on the contrary I agree with every word that you say Talk is cheap
She, she screams in silence A sullen riot penetrating through her mind Waiting for a sign to smash The silence with the brick of self-control Are you
I know that things are getting tougher When you can't get the top off from the bottom of the barrel, Wide open road of my future now... It's looking fucking
Do you have the time to listen to me whine About nothing and everything all at once? I am one of those melodramatic fools Neurotic to the bone, no doubt
Somebody keep my balance I think I'm falling off Into a state of regression The expiration date Rapidly coming up It's leaving me behind to rank Always
I'm having trouble trying to sleep I'm counting sheep but running out As time ticks by And still I try No rest for crosstops in my mind On my own here
Stranded, lost inside myself My own worst friend and my own closest enemy I'm branded, Maladjusted Never trusted anyone let alone myself I must insist
or when When I get to Bowling Green I'll never leave again, I'll never leave again Bowling Green, hey Good old Bowling Green Bowling Green, hey Good old Bowling Green
I know it touches the soul Bluegrass is fine, Kentucky owns my mind Bowling Green, Bowling Green Bowling Green, Bowling Green Bowling Green, Bowling Green Bowling Green, Bowling Green
Way down in Bowling Green Prettiest girls I've ever seen A man in Kentucky sure is lucky To love down in Bowling Green Bowling Green folks treat you
queen And to any man left by she'll drink to keep from cryin' For that guitar picking man from Bowling Green Oh she loves her guitar man from Bowling Green
've ever seen A man in Kentucky sure is lucky To love down in Bowling Green Bowling Green, Bowling Green Bowling Green, Bowling Green Bowling Green, Bowling Green
Way down in Bowling Green The prettiest girls I've ever seen A man in Kentucky sure is lucky To live down in Bowling Green Bowling Green folks treat
To love down in Bowling Green Bowling Green folks treat you kind They let you think your own mind A man in Kentucky sure is lucky In Bowling Green you
warms the body and I know it touches the soul Blue Grass is find, Kentucky owns my mind Bowlin' Green, Bowlin' Green, Bowlin' Green... Way down in Bowlin' Green
's edge, And they appear young no more - White haired, widowed, and what they would have been. Children at eternal play. Angels of the bowling green
Way down in Bowling Green Prettiest girls I?ve ever seen A man in Kentucky Sure is lucky To lie down in Bowling Green Bowling Green folks treat you kind