(Ohhh) Oh! Yea! Oh! Yea! (Oh) Save me (Yea) I think I need some therapy (Oh) Save me (Yea) I think I need some therapy Talk on the phone, telling everybody
Please find your place the room grows scarce Once we're all inside the service can begin For a moment if you please forget what you believe And naked
Nine planets round the sun Only one does the sun embrace Upon this watered one So much to we take for granted So let us sleep outside tonight Lay down
My heart was made of broken bones My soul a bag of stick and stone But you along this dusty road Have come my love to take me home. So I give to
Oh look at how she listens She says nothing of what she thinks She just goes stumbling through her memories Staring out on to Grey Street. She thinks
Neon shines through smokey eyes tonight It's 2 A.M., I'm drunk again And it's heavy on my mind I could never love again So much as I love you Where you
Father gone and I'm heading It's a bold side of it again When you decide to go to him And the people toasting away And the people all sitting there, c
Could I have been A parking lot attendant Could I have been A millionaire in Bel Air Could I have been Lost Somewhere in Paris Could I have been You're
love you Diamond Dave No one can hold a candle Nothing else is quite the same Pretty Dave, I'll always remember Diamond Dave, I'll always remember Pretty Dave
Ever get the feeling no one's got your back Caught up in themselves livin' lies besides the fact Somehow you're going on an opposite track As we recover
Comin' to you on a dust road Good lovin', I got a truck load And when you get it, you got something So don't worry, 'cause I'm coming I'm a soul man,
Crazy how it feels tonight Crazy how you make it all alright love You crush me with the things you do I do for you anything too Sitting smoking feeling
You cannot quit me so quickly Is no hope in you for me No corner you could squeeze me But I got all the time for you, love The space between the tears
Where are you going With your long face pulling down? Don?t hide away, like an ocean But you can?t see, but you can smell And the sound of waves crash
Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913 Made his great grandchildren believe You could live to 103 A hundred and three is forever when you're just a little kid So, Cyrus
I say my hell is the closet I'm stuck inside Can't see the light And my heaven is a nice house in the sky Got central heating and I'm alright Yeah yeah
Tell me what you know about Cowboy Dave Did he whistle on Brown? Was his woman a sex slave? Give me what you got on the holiday You know the one where
I scored some speed in San Berdino So me and baby could get a little bump And now she?s in that motel room Puttin? on a show for some chump Yeah, well