evrytime i try to write a rhyme i awiez go out my mind i end up writing a rhyme that i never design. i know a lady that can be compare to a dime shes
You thought you were sea and you thought you were sand You thought you were all in this God-given land But you?re nothing like that You though you were
care enough 'cause their lives are very slow. Time is ticking on. You don't get a second shot, And when you sell your soul for a leading role, will The Lost Souls
grande arme is dressed in rags A frozen starving beggar band Like rats we steal each others scraps Fall to fighting hand to hand Save my soul from
a band no body wants to hear nobody understands don't start a band you will be so damn terrible they'll all think your shitty don't start a band oh yea
, as she's left to live life alone. [CHORUS] It's been twenty years past, since Maria's been last. To the disco where she lost her soul. She wipes
and gold Carved out of matches But broken out of stone ?Taken from the fire of your fiddle Words of unspoken, blinding truth If I couldn't see it, I was lost
at night, no, can't sleep at night, mm. A D A D God please save his soul; he was the
When I got back to my hometown I saw the ghosts of yesterday And my godmother bless her soul She still lives down this way Remember when I was just a
write the book of love and do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so? Now do you believe in rock and roll? Can music save your mortal soul
carrying The broken spirits of all the other ones who lost When the promise is broken you go on living But man it takes something from down in your soul
God's mercy I found living proof I put my heart and soul I put 'em high upon a shelf Right next to the faith the faith that I'd lost in myself I
here anymore" Janey sleeps in sheets damp with sweat Johnny sits up alone and watches her dream on, dream on And the sister prays for lost souls, then
with fours Hit the jackpot, blazin the raw - gettin bands in the pores Bitches and whores with dick in their jaws The frame drank sick of Valor, straight bandit
their claws in you my friend Into your heart I'll beat again Sweet like candy to my soul Sweet you rock and sweet you roll Lost for you I'm so lost
hell There were tears and fears and heartaches In big and bigger doses for Jonah, Job and Moses And me, I'm just a struggling soul Ten thousand years removed I've been lost
softly, "Danke shoen" The children on the roadsides of the villages and towns Would stand around us laughing as we stood like giant clowns The mourning bands told whom they'd lost
thousand A beersoaked brassy band Did snortle round the grounds Four hundred noblest souls Westchester?s manhood And they looked exactly like The fleas on a tiger?s back Lost