apart She's like a claymore, that's what she's there for She's waiting 'round here to get blown apart Having her on my brain's like getting hit by a train She's
death of tryin' And it's easier for you, yeah it's easier for you And it's easier for you, oh it's easier for you And it's easier for you, oh it's easier
In a seven-seater tour van There's eight of us, so I'm sleeping on the floor The guy that plays the banjo Keeps on handing me the old crow Which multiplies
was alone, you were away In Fayetteville or in another state There's so many towns I hate When you leave me, it breaks me like a bone But it's never
feel like I'm the king of all of the world The king of all of the world, the king of all of the world Now I'm on my way up north All it's gonna do is
I turned my microwave on and I cooked my chicken ravioli The last ten years of my life I've been feeling kind of lonely I don't do love, I don't do women
said, "Do you have a car?" and I said, "Do I have a car?" What's so great about the Barrier Reef? What's so fine about art? What's so good about a Good
a teardrop on my cheek So I guess there'll be no family, so I guess there'll be no wife Gonna roll away on an old steel dray, it's gonna be my life And
how If there's was a reason you'd have figured it out by now A little gettin' some's good, while you're waitin' around Oh, is this more than some old
The new kid, he's got money The money I deserve He's got the goods But he's not good for his word I should be rolling in it Up in it working stuff As
What will you say to St. Peter When you meet him in the by and by? Will you grease your way into Heaven? Oh can you even look St. Peter in the eye? Oh
I don't want no aggravation When my train has left the station If you're there or not I may not even know Have a round and remember Things we did that
you're a flu Oh, but then again I'm a Virgo I'm no match for you Yeah, the only difference is that I pretend that it's alright So cut up pretendin'
Now me, I work at Harold?s Super Service We specialize in service all the way And there?s only one thing that really bugs me Is that big ol' guy in his
', it's a Scar The heroine does heroin, the hero wears his hair just like The King He says, "It ain't my job to sweet talk you, my job's just to sing"
You're a bottle cap away From pushing me too far Well, the problem's getting big And it's a compact car So I won't feel so bad I did all I could do Now
that I love you Now they've carried you away Now I hear that you have gone to Heaven And if there's one, I'm sure that's where you are Maybe you're
half-cocked, I sometimes do You think it's funny but I know it ain't no joke There's nothing left to read in here, there's nothing left to smoke Before
