A song in need of a hero to overthrow all that is government control
History tells a story A story non the less Telling lies could be the order Of the day.. of the day World's always had its heroes But a hero non the less How can it be he has fallen To an end.. to an end The CIA are the terrorists The CIA are the terrorists The CIA are the terrorists The CIA ...
A man's journey on the road of life and the speed bump that is a bad woman.
They say patience is a virture I'm just to tired to wait Been sitting by this telephone Since quarter til Eight The Clock strikes midnight Where the fuck have you been If this Whiskey don't kill me Then your love will do me in So I went and talked to momma She said, "Son I'll tell you what" Don't cry over milk you spilled It's all a game of luck Well it hurts now momma So bad I want to cry Son, better quit your bitching And make some peace before you die So I went and talked to Jesus He told me of his plan He said, "love thy neighbor" Or die a jealous man They say the killer's in the alley I say he's sitting there at home Until I find my peace of mind I'll keep on cruising down the road
The last man standing and getting pissed at border control 100 miles from any border.
Shake down in the military state Its not the border why do I have to wait Drug sniffing dogs I was just lonely strumming along Don't know what my business of yours Shotgun barrel pointing at the door I found out, La Migra's not for borders anymore What crime is it going to LA White truck boiling in the sun today After two hundred years the ink on the paper starts to fade Protect me from what I do not know In the shade beneath a tree dying slow. Ultimo Hombre's not lonely Ultimo Hombre got stoney Why don't you give him his proper He's got product to deliver I'm heading west from east of Omaha They're in the business to bring us martial law I'm afraid of the gold teeth in my jaw Protect me from what I do not know In the shade beneath a tree dying slow. Ultimo Hombre's not lonely Ultimo Hombre got stoney Why don't you give him his proper He's got product to deliver
Fast cars and winning at all costs
The color blurs On either side Rattle my soul on this engine ride Why are we cursed To come in first Just to keep you satisfied Racer X Will caress The kiss of death To come alive Victory Not to be Got to test Mortality Not for money Not for fame Tickle my death invisible flame And I might die The reasons why To push the envelope of the sane Wind screaming love Into my ear Cutting the pavement down razor shear The flag's that checked Has got you wrecked Taking my leave the end is near
Being happy with the cards we are dealt and the life we have./p>
Won't spend no fortune Waiting on you I'd make my living on the corner But I can't lay down them blues Time has no bottle When living is done I'd take my chances down the river When a man don't need his son Now it seems to me Time is a wicked hand Time has no boundaries Separate rooms Why can't you meet me in the middle And share one point of view Time has no meaning Lost in your eyes Might not have everything we wanted But it's good to be alive Now it seems to me Time is a wicked hand
Inspired by the great Urotsukidoji: Legend Of The Overfiend
Take me to heaven Breaking my shell I started with nothing To bringing you hell Akimi don't you know the time Destruction is always by design Chaos is beauty Beauty will fall Blood, tears, and my love The unknown crow Pain is a sweet taste The shank is a prayer You want to but you can't Escape despair
The American Indian on final trip back from his last battle.
An old Sioux man riding on his horse Riding on his horse til he's dead An old Sioux man riding on his horse The end of this land and of man He's got arrows in his back and his body hurts The pain makes him wish he's dead He has to get back home to his squaw and son To lay in his Buffalo bed. Misery, of the Indian Misery, of the Indian Misery... The thirst is starting to get to him As he whipes the sweat from his head He's got to hold on a little longer Before he's put to his grave A few more miles till he gets home A couple more hours till he's dead Nothing to drink but his own blood now But this Indian is not dead. Misery, of the Indian Misery, of the Indian Misery...
A look into the eyes of the face on mars and ancient civilizaion.
My beautiful Egyptian queen Inside of you alien dream There's a side to reveal Inside the wheel One, Nine, Five Tangent, cosign No one's still alive Wonder like a pyriamid I love the water over your skin In the dark your face is red On the river bed One, Nine, Five After the flood No one's still alive
Getting high and making love.
The clock on the wall Says 4:20 is the time The clock on the wall Must be right on time Well get on home honey We'll get naked with the kind You know the clock on the oven baby Says 4:20 is the time You know the clock on the oven baby Must be right on time Well hurry home momma Let me show you that you're mine The clock in the sky Says 4:20 is the time You know the clock in the sky Must be right on time If I can't have your sugar I'm gonna lose my mind