I've been on the other side Got my lips smacked now they're dry Then you call me, call me in You think I am your possession You're messing with a southern
Sweet communion Sweet communion Sweet communion I have waited all my life You say you are bonafide to be my judge Lay your law down on me love Seven
Some say that I will and some say I won't Victory is an elusive whore She is as easily mine as she is yours Slip and slide my way through this charade
We climbed through the canopy Only to find a crack in our gauge The last thing a look you gave And then we tumbled out of control I tried to strike a
Devils and Gods, now that's an idea But if we believe that it's They who decide That's the ultimate detractor of crimes 'Cause devils and Gods They are
Is there a way out of this? If there is I don't see it Can Heaven and Hell coexist? Not when both battle for dominance Brush back my tears and he said
It started as a joke, just one of my larks to see If somehow I could reach you So I swam into your shores through an open window Only to find you all
?Fat slut" he said ?What luck?, I said To be stuck in your Your happy family ?Don't you dare?, I said ?Judge me? Go and stick it in somewhere I'm, I'
Don't tell me a woman did this to you Candy lies, candy lies, candy lies You touched my hand, I felt a force You called it dark but now I'm not so sure
Steady girl on your feet You and your wanderings Bread can feed a few So can some cartoons So it ends, so it begins, I'm my father's son Plant another
Just a minute of your time Yes, I've been known to delude myself So let me put those Rose-colored glasses to the test Now is this real enough for you
This is your posse bonus This is your extra This is your posse bonus 'Cause I like you This is your posse bonus This is your extra This is your posse
7 am, so it begins again 1 zip favoring familiar silhouettes Left whips and chains, behind I'm boycotting trends It's my new look this season Riding
He's a bad man, Mr. Bad Man And she had enough of him So the wolves try to dry her eyes 'Cause the bad man made her cry But everyday I know that I may
Think of me as programmable soda Too much cherry Baby then you can just add cola Think of me as programmable soda 'Cause you can, can be a cruel fella
Smokey Joe you're calling at the station If I killed him there are complications I did not ask for this Oh, but love yes you've did Maybe it terrifies
I salute to you, commander, and I sneeze 'Cause I have now an allergy To your policies it seems Where have we gone wrong, America? Mr. Lincoln we can
Somewhere down past Roosterspur bridge Perhaps just a trick of the light I thought I heard the sweetest guitar Was it a rock and roll Jesus? Sometimes
