Well I've been just I've been a bug unknown I know all about it but my heart is strong I've been away been running to save my head Yeah the warrants
Can you end their tiny prophecy? Have the only other lies in trusting all again? Listen to the baby sigh It's only happening the boiling rose of love
You can't hide, you can't hide You can't hide because you don't know how God's got your number and He knows where you live Death's got a warrant for you
Oh yeah Just for the record let's get the story straight Me and Uncle Tom were fishing it was getting pretty late Out on a cypress limb above the wishin
what I've become today A rebel with a warrant and his name is say Bubba K I got a warrant out for me, and I'm walkin' a thin line I got a warrant out
warrant up your ass Milwaukee, Wisconsin Shove that warrant up your ass Memphis, Tennessee Shove that warrant up your ass Shove that warrant up your
Got a picture of your house And you're standing by the door It's black and white and faded And it's looking pretty worn See the factory that I worked
Yea, street fightin' is lookin' for trouble If you open your mouth, you're bound to rumble Johnny looks tough, he's frozen the eyes He keeps his mouth
Dirty rotten filthy stinking rich Oh oh yeah Italian cars as long as my street I'm gonna wear exotic animals on my feet Pretty rocks on my fingers, pretty
On a dead-end street, in a dead-end town There's a motel that I call home Just a few small hopes and a few small dreams Are all that place is resting
Well, the first time that I saw you I could not speak a word My tongue was tied in giant knots I felt so disturbed At the feeling rushing through me The
Certain things you do really make me mad I must confess Way the street light silhouette your thighs inside your dress Wild child in the streets I think
Through the hole in my wall I see into your head A beggars day banquet on a four poster bed It's food for the eyes, it's drink for the soul The hole in
Yeah It must be magic how inside your eyes I feel my destiny And every time we kiss, I feel you breathe your love so deep inside of me If the moon and
Lisa don't think she's pretty no more Starin' at the stars through a backstreet door She tries and tries, make it all work out No matter what she does
Well Suize, oh Suzie come on and let me in There's love in the air, love on my mind Love in the pores of my skin I worked real hard, all week long Kept
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Yeah It could have rained for forty weeks, dear And I never know the difference When your life is one long downpour You're not sure, you'll go the distance
