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No word Money in the Bank Just like money in the bank Just like gasoline in the tank Like a ray of sun from above That's my love Like the moon shines on the lake Like the birds sing when you awake Like a ray of sun from above That's my love Stained Glass I know you good boys Don’t ever fight Don’t you bother at all Coming round here tonight The gold begged the question In a voice unclear Where those bullets ringing Way back in your ears I’ve seen some coldhearted people Doing lowdown things Double crosses to bear Just laments left to sing So don’t you weep my Virginia No price can repay It’s the dirtiest deed I must do today It’s the loneliest highway We’re traveling on Always shifting and changing And the passage is long But there’s a stained glass cathedral At the end of the line Where I know I’m bound to find My little windowpane to shineCat Autry I wish I could be gene autry Back when a cowboy sang his story well I wanna make my great grandfathers proud of me Ain't gonna die in no cheap desert motel I told my ma and pa don't worry about a thing 'Cause this here guitar Is gonna get me there you'll see I drove the plains in a dusty pick-up truck And all the shooting stars took a hard left turn and headed straight for me Fancy that, I thought I was allergic to cats But it turns out, I was just getting used to 'em Got a funny feeling No one's gonna know where I'm at As long as I pretend the truth and hide the facts Autumn chill blows through my window pain Living in sin is a stolen idea you’re never gonna win Tied down by the silver of the rain Into arid breeze, the scrub brush is my cot Squabble Left the dictionary open to "e" epiphany was staring me in the face Emblematic of the static and the heat, the kitty cut the fence. Ricky he's now a red sock, the streets of oakland filled with sqaubbles Communication in desperation, la la la la la la la la la la lee Ran out of stationary can't keep in touch at least that's what my parents Would have me believe. Futuristic to a fault and, of course, the city fenced me in Ken griffey he's now a red (thank god) Streets of frisco filled with rubble Excommunication in desperation,la la la la la la la la la la lee Hole in Our Hearts There’s a hole in our hearts Darkest black Where things go in And they don’t come back You can’t hide it with sticks or stones You can’t fill it in with bones There’s a hole in our hearts Darkest black Where things go in And they don’t come back You can’t hide it with wealth or wine You can’t shroud it in your pride You can’t hide it with sticks or stones You can’t fill it in with bones Though you may try to boast and brag You can’t shroud it in a flag
Tomorrows Catfish I hear the whistle blowing Been working hard all day But I’m home in time To smell the catfish fry Red beans and rice on the side The baby’s off to sleeping And we ain’t far behind Let the cool night air Ease your mind Makes you glad just to here everytime Anchored airplanes Aching Bones I'm aching bones and mournful tones Just the embers left after a blaze I'm scratch and dent worth 50 percent Of the bygone glory days When we would walk hand in hand Through the old pine stand And gaze at the valley below And point out a house We were dreaming about At the end of a quiet road You're a budding rose in pretty new clothes You're a joyful symphony You're the shiniest star in the heavens by far Won't you come back to me Resurrection
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