? I got a message in the mail Ferdinand was thrown in jail I left the snow with Abigail Went on down to fix his bail Locked in a gunny sack His hands
one day I was on my way to my favorite fishin? hole I was thinking I could sure use another bottle of booze My baits a? runnin a little low Man a box
day I was on my way To my favorite fishin' hole I was thinking I could sure use another bottle of booze My baits a' runnin a little low Man a box
't just drift with the tide Keep your lure in the water, in the waters of life The Lord said, "Simon, haul your nets in from now on you're a fisher of
t got time for a sentence all that shit is absurd You find a strip first, if you don't cook find a bitch first If you don't hustle find a nigga who pitch
Confieso que a veces soy cuerdo y a veces loco Y amo asi la vida y tomo de todo un poco Me gustan las mujeres, me gusta el vino Y si tengo que olvidarlas
goin', I thought you loved me too, but I was always alone I don't know when, I don't know if, I'm ever comin home, comin' home I got a broken heart
watch her For they know the great imposter Don't she know he's on a stage It's not real, it's just a play And he's playing a part That is soon to break
Waiting for daylight, but darkness prevails All that I've strived for, has ended and failed Nothing remains of my once envied past, A prestigious, pretentious
from monkey to man Monkey to man, a monkey to man, a monkey to man A monkey to man, a monkey to man, a monkey to man A monkey to man A long time ago
Ain't No Promise In Their Words Behind The Smilin' Eye's Dark Stories And A Trail Of Corpses World Leaders Deceivers World Leaders Deceivers Bloated
in knots Now a heartache's all he got Oh my Opened up a can of lies Told a tiny tale and now oh my Oh it was burning love Oh but just a flash Oh now
Trying to be too bad Trying to talk too tough Trying to jack the lad You'd think he'd had enough But he's not the man you'd think that he can be I just
don't be a fool, don't be an army-tool you'll be army-bait, a puppet of the state without a purpose, without goals you'll be used to slaughter innocent
, don't get none, I go wild I don't know what can be done about it If you play the game you get nothing out of it Find out for yourself try bein' a goody
Nowhere to burn Nowhere for no one It's the same ole sore And the same ole bleedin' Somebody stand up and die (Shoot you) Somebody wake up alive (We
Cheated by the opposite of love Held on high from up up up above Kept my high from the second one Kept my eye on the first one Now take these rings and
ho? Now I'm not one to judge someone That I ain't never met But to lay your hands on a married man Is 'bout as low as a gal can get Hey I wish her