Greg Trooper Lyrics
Greg Trooper Lyrics
"Close To The Tracks Lyrics"
Graphic Repulsion Lyrics
The twisted flesh, alive or dead Their veins are flowing with the blood of death The final act, the last taboo Ye
The twisted flesh, alive or dead Their veins are flowing with the blood of death The final act, the last taboo Ye
She lives close to the tracks
So she never sleeps a wink
The trains run all night
Give her plenty time to think
About the love that she had
To a man brave and true
And how that love turned bad
The way love's bound to do
Sunshine and Love Lyrics
If im being sneaky Well sometimes just freak me out Your voice starts to eat me Its time for me to leave it now Love it or le
If im being sneaky Well sometimes just freak me out Your voice starts to eat me Its time for me to leave it now Love it or le
They'd have candle light meals
They'd drink wine from Bordeaux
They'd make love every night
The moon hung low
But he stopped coming home
He stopped paying the bills
She had to move to this house
By the tracks down the hill
I Can See It (But I Can't Feel It) Lyrics
Don't know when I will leave you again Grab a reason And I'm dragging you down Come just to make you happy
She'd call her mom and her dad
But they wouldn't understand
They'd say what did you do
To that hard working man
She'd call her brother down south
But he'd never call her back
He's got his house down a hill
Next to his
So what happens now
What should she do?
She can't fall asleep
And dream a love brand new
Up in the air
She sees birds and planes
You know she'd go anywhere
To get away from these trains
Don't know when I will leave you again Grab a reason And I'm dragging you down Come just to make you happy
She'd call her mom and her dad
But they wouldn't understand
They'd say what did you do
To that hard working man
She'd call her brother down south
But he'd never call her back
He's got his house down a hill
Next to his
Rock For Sustainable Capitalism Lyrics
I fuckin’ love that one rock video where that fucking jack-ass mohawked millionaire prances around by far the worst sausage
own railroad tracksI fuckin’ love that one rock video where that fucking jack-ass mohawked millionaire prances around by far the worst sausage
So what happens now
What should she do?
She can't fall asleep
And dream a love brand new
Up in the air
She sees birds and planes
You know she'd go anywhere
To get away from these trains