This is where it starts This is... where it stops And when it finally stops I hope, starts right up Walk the glitter mile Past hotels of sand People say
Carved your name on the numbering hill, Now it looks on the town with the promise to kill everything. We lit this valley with atomic power, But the
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Out past the trees there is nothing to burn Just an empty gas station, left to me in a will Just a plate of bad habits and plenty of salt for the wounds
I'm up to my neck In the mud of Inauguration day They say it's one in fifty years That storm, that blew my dog away And they say the road has been
hightimes, undermine tell me somethin' I don't know hightimes, can chase em 'til your blind tell me somethin' I don't know now you're lyin' next to
see my silly watch every second lost, hmm lost in a strange arcade got drunk on girls night out If they're the good years, I don't know what you call
Said this was our town The joke it was on us We were just passin thru' On the way to givin' up Joked this was our town That someday we'd be thrilled By
Jack Candy was as old as my father But still I took a likin' to him He said: "You will be somebody's treasure, But no one has discovered you yet."
Well it should have been the first place But instead it was the last It was a place that only you could love All the gin was spiked with water From a
Fair young maiden All in the garden Strange young man Passed her by Said: "Fair maid Will you marry me?" This, then, sir, Was her reply "Oh no, kind sir
Will you crash the engine of our ruin? Who'll spill the flat cars of our shame? I'm beat up tired from always doin', What I shoulda done in the first
These are your last tears for the century don't cry them for me these are your last tears, before the party starts don't throw them away use em'
Been a lot of rain out there Rainin' blind Summer's comin' slow ... this year It's rainin' blind If ya come back tonight .. I'll let it ... fall away
Dressed in jealous clothes She drove to the black hole Out past to where the roads turn into sand No crmies worth a dime 'Less you look it in the eye
This is the last ditch ever I dug Once there were motives but they have been lost Dig through the sand still you end at the rock This is the ditch that
If you want good times I know where to look And if you want good times I will They're thrown on your bed With your junkyard religion At the best
Beyond the reach There are rows of tender hooks Where nothing seems To justify a second look And not a soul is found To tear them hooks on down Famous