Speaking in Lyrics
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what are you doing out in the sun anyway
don't ya know that the sun can burn your brains out
in scarlet town, where i was raised
two trains running side by side
40 miles wide, you don't have to go
I just came here because you're a friend of mine
I pay in blood, but not my own...
can you help me see the cause the loss the whys the how
can you show me what I'm missing...if you love me i don't know
don't ya know that the sun can burn your brains out
in scarlet town, where i was raised
two trains running side by side
40 miles wide, you don't have to go
I just came here because you're a friend of mine
I pay in blood, but not my own...
can you help me see the cause the loss the whys the how
can you show me what I'm missing...if you love me i don't know
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They were just some friends of mine.el caballo loco wrote:Well tell me more, tell me more, tell me more
I mean was he a heavy doper or was he just a loser?
He was a friend of yours
What do you mean, he had bullet holes in his mirrors?
He tried to do his best but he could not
the sign oustide reads house for sale.
Fast Eddies they all knew
uptown downtown they all knew
He was just a friend of mine
She was just a friend of mine...
Some loser, soon as you know you know i'll be dead...
waste the time. waste the time, waste the time. in the sunshine of your love game...There's a stumble and then there's a fuck up. i my loneliness, onliness and ordinance I wait..
Heavey Dope never was a WAS
but it's creeping over your paw...z
and it spills from inside and getting over you
since the time that i let you
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Do you wanna ride ride ride
in my forty, in my fallen???
pull the top back all the dway
crusing thru the streets of l.a.
sounds like 1963 but for now
sounds like gotta bad bitch thinks
she rides with me, eye
got cash if you a bad bitch f with me baby
f with me baby. got a bad bitch in the back seat, she thinks she rides with me, eeye
May roads rise on walls where goats
hop bails of hay after the Ruger Delayed Coats
Did ya do do it for the glove, the pick in june, or
the pill to shake your body ill.
did ya do it for the love for me.
there's something warm in everything
Cousin white dove?
With whom did she fuss?
in my forty, in my fallen???
pull the top back all the dway
crusing thru the streets of l.a.
sounds like 1963 but for now
sounds like gotta bad bitch thinks
she rides with me, eye
got cash if you a bad bitch f with me baby
f with me baby. got a bad bitch in the back seat, she thinks she rides with me, eeye
May roads rise on walls where goats
hop bails of hay after the Ruger Delayed Coats
Did ya do do it for the glove, the pick in june, or
the pill to shake your body ill.
did ya do it for the love for me.
there's something warm in everything
Cousin white dove?
With whom did she fuss?
speaking in lyrics
Out in the red rock desert
Sitting on the roof of my car
Drinking cans of warm beer
Watching the sky get dark
Gail and I shot our empties
With an old rusted rifle
Her golden hair went flying
Like a wild brush fire
When the mountains turn red at dusk
Sitting on the roof of my car
Drinking cans of warm beer
Watching the sky get dark
Gail and I shot our empties
With an old rusted rifle
Her golden hair went flying
Like a wild brush fire
When the mountains turn red at dusk