Well they found her dead Face down in a ditch And they chased and caught That son of a bitch Ain't no top 40 song They put him on trial He killed her
See how the rain Falls from the sky Drifting down From your high mountain's eye But don't look surprised You're going home Yeah you're leaving L.A.
from the east side of chicago to the down side of l.a. there's no place that he goes we don't bow down to him and pray yeah we follow him to the slaughter
In this world today Where we're living Some folks say The worst of us they can But when we are dead And in our caskets They always slip some lilies In
Snow White Angel On the wings Of a snow white angel He played steel guitar And the drugs Broke his brain Off into angles But his fingers Played true
Chorus: Missouri born Red leg boy He just born Yeah to playin the ball Ain't much good For much else at all He just born Yeah to playin the ball Run
fire in his blood snake on his tongue knows the big boy's a commin better bust em up an run spaceships and monkeys evolution and booze bar maids and pistols salivation
When Jesus saves the world Where will you be? Out on the lonesome plains o Texas Or the shores of the Galilee When Jesus Saves the World Which he will
It's X-mas on the Isthmus of Panama We're listless this Christmas No Santa Claus No wise men, no angels No mistletoe trucks No reindeer, no shepherds
Standing in the spotlight Listening to the crowd Screaming for his insides Wantin him to let it out But can they handle what they want? Can they handle
Out on the banks Of the Rio Ticino Standing in front of The 3 Kings Hotel Looking out At the town of Castelletto Wondering about What Happened Over There
