I aim at the first one who’ll dare to stand still Oh Lord, you’re tension is making me ill You’ve got no friends in your home, you’ll got no family stone You can’t go: Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Everyone, in every town, on every boat, on every trip, the multi-talanted strip, Will gather ‘round you with coke and pain The trees, ain’t no doubt about The seeds, I had no thought about No, Yeah Yeah Yeah
Don’t know why I can’t locate this feeling, that I would rather be with you It makes no sense, your crying out loud, that I may love you This stress is wasting my emotions that I would rather be with you Don’t let them closer to this secret... that I may love you
Take ‘em outa west, take ‘em outa height, take ‘em on a sweet ride Those little angels are numbered nine The colored TV once shined on desolation 15 They’ve got it! Yeah Yeah Yeah Bust ‘em in the light, bust ‘em in the light, BUST ‘EM IN THE DAYLIGHT They ain’t worthy being named as thieves One of those shorties said hi up to the abbot who died The rebound, Yeah Yeah Yeah
Don’t know why I…
Now hear the bluebird whistle hymns like “I would rather heal your wounds” now hear the dark gun punching out, that I may love you
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