A lil' better, yep Lil Skateboard P Yezzur, hot, yezzur, hot Yezzur, hot, yezzur Ma, the way you huggin' on me it's a problem The fuck you tryna end
Your twisted cynicism makes me feel sick Your open disgust for Idealistic naive You've given up hope, you're jaded and ill The trouble is your thought
What, what happened to the girl I used to know? What, what happened to the girl I used to know? You've changed You're not the girl that used to do things
It's lonely out on the range That open space they call country I wanted you I couldn't have you Your pills left you kind of deranged Hopelessly caged
Mother, you had me but I never had you I wanted you, you didn't want me So I, I just got to tell you Goodbye, goodbye Father, you left me but I never
Power to the people, power to the people Power to the people, power to the people Power to the people, power to the people Power to the people, power
Instant Karma's gonna get you Gonna knock you right in the head You better get yourself together Pretty soon your gonna be dead What in the world you
We're playin' those mind games together Pushin' the barriers, plantin' seeds Playin' the mind guerrilla Chantin' the mantra, peace on earth We all been
Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam Where the deer and the antelope play Where seldom is heard a discouraging word And the skies are not cloudy
(Where seldom is heard a discouraging word and the skies are not cloudy all day) Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam and the deer and the antelope
Stars of the midnight ranges Shining through the night Stars of the midnight ranges Light my way tonight While my herd is grazin' Guide them til the
Have you heard about our god's last joke The drug eats hopeless souls behind dark corners The addicts in the streets and how fast they broke Do you
Flowers and wine is what I thought I would find When I came home from working tonight Well now here I stand, over this frying pan And you want a cold
The old man used to dream of the fortunes he'd seek Now he lives in a room where you pay by the week His hands are all battered and his pony's gone lame
Help, help, ik word hartstikke gek! Ik communiceer mezelf over m'n nek Een e-mailtje hier en een voicemailtje daar Ik internet, bel en fax door elkaar
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I guess it's somethin' in my brain I need whiskey to ease the pain But it's early in the mornin' And I'm feelin' bad again But if you ever loved me You