Highway Bill's on the rotary still And he can't even feel the pain Of a sun dried shoulder and a scar from a boulder That cut him right across his vein
Highway Bill's on the rotary still and he can't even feel the pain Of a sun dried shoulder and a scar from a boulder that cut him right across his vein
Somewhere life is good, and things go as they should it's hard to find, but that's alright yeah Searching for the way, push harder everyday It's deep
Somewhere life is good and things go as they should It's hard to find but that?s alright Searching for the way, push harder everyday It's deep inside
Fierce- steel eyed devils For whom the sun never sets Proud-Iron youth Of the noble cultures of the past Striding- like greyhounds keen Where glory beckons
Running through, I'm running through these lands spread far apart Is it love? Is it love, when heroes risk it all. But is it true, is it really true?
Vomit on a wino's whiskers, the savage nomad shits himself standing up.
You owe me your anger you're blinded & it makes you stranger you break this you take this to the grave & its gonna get you nowhere run it down let it
Fall around the fire, And I, fall around the fire A higher me for you, Hire me for you Fall around town, down For the rest of the world to drown For
On the edge Spirit begins to break Chances unsure Not much more you can take Weakness grows Nerves start to crack Far from safe There is no turning back
Yeah, niggas want to talk shit in the muthafucking room I got something for your motherfucking ass, check it out Rampage, I'm coming express through
With eyes of fire No one can see The smoke from the sweet grass Covers me I am drawn I am drawn to her Like a moth to a flame She leads me down Unbound
I'm Alabamy bound They'll be no heebie-jeebies hangin' 'round Just gave the meanest ticket man on earth All I'm worth to put my tootsies in an upper berth
Run for cover Here I go again, ready to flow again Better HOPE my mic don't blow again Warned by alarms when the mic gets warm Crowd'll get critical,
Oh, the Prairie lights are burnin' bright The Chinook wind is movin' in Tomorrow night I'll be Alberta bound Though I've done the best I could My old
[Act II - Scholarship ordained] Heal thy Wounds... ... Son of Lord. Lore at will... ... Heal One's will... Acts of malice, profoundly in his behavior
Bound in a nutshell lost in our weary eyes We're tumbledown people leading our tumbledown lives Breath of life, breath of life Could make our engines