it all away And no, I won't turn away I won't turn away Only for a few more days Ohh cuz I I still dont know how your game goes, And I'm almost out the door
Dropping Names (Take PCP) He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
[Foreign Content] Songs, Dem Franchize Boyz, they from down a town I'm VA around the world baby, they be as freaky as they wanna be Hey, hey, she freaky
will make your body rock Well so far you've heard my voice But I brought two friends along And next on the mike is my man Hank Come on, Hank, sing that song
I need you right now... Watch Washington wash in what's left of the Whitehouse. Hear Hendrix make love to his ghost. Hear Abraham, Marin and John sing a song
window, sun shining bright Birds are singing, trying to make things right Now I got music, oh, on my radio And I can hear love songs playing, behind closed doors
run but I just can't hide Won't talk to the preacher cause the preacher lied I asked for salvation and I was denied Listen up everybody this is Darryl's song
my door, but I'm wanting more Well it's a little too late to say sorry, but don't be so hard on me Ghost, you know I can't go back Like a song in
, to each his own Lovely people, lovely places I can't remember names and I can't remember faces Someone next door's fucking to one of my songs Hey
is my song She doesn't get it It's all before she was born And you lock your doors Like I've been here before I feel like I've seen a ghost Suddenly
did you fall? When was it over? It's marching through my door now, the stony cold of lonesome A bell tolls for my heart and then my lonesome song begins It's marching through my door
's when it all hurts the most I dream I never know anyone at the party and I'm always the host If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts
I wish I had a blue guitar A blue guitar to play all night long Singing songs of loss and love Singing songs till morning comes Ghosts in the basement
Deep blue dreams and red desire Father, son and holy ghost Where's the one I need the most? I'll admit that I've been wrong I've been singing the same old song
Guess we came up in a ghost town. Now all those buildings have burned down. Another price to be paid for being free. It's getting harder to see now that
one fell sparkling to the ground I made wishes that never came true Apparitions of angels with angry eyes Appeared at each new moon My own ghost be gain
and my life will be happy and peaceful. protecting the veterans while scorching rookies and trusting my faith into fortune cookies. red right, white left slogans to the door
night comes! Will ask for what have you done! The father, holy ghost and son! No remand... The Witch: The sisters murdered long ago still sing their songs