weary land a flower grows His desert rose, desert rose Desert rose, don't be lonely, don't be lonely Desert rose, ooh, don't you worry Desert rose, don
do a suit with a fitted on some draft day shit Aand maybe I'm too busy to hear what the talent blind say In the club buying roses like its valentines
with a story strange Of a long-deserted line of traps way back of the Bighorn range Of a little hut by the great divide and a white man stiff and still
; pearl; white: opaline mouth Sack of hopes, of dreams, of fur Catching the moths that Trail dust in the dusk Caused you to open alone and sign Goodbye to us all in the white
. To breathe is not enough. Yes sir, I Will. When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed, Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that
stealing from yourself Wishing the world away, blaming someone else No one can do this for you Straighten your head, fix your face Take all the pain inside you, wash it away Did I hear
' changed, I'ma ball to the death yeah Yeah, yeah-e-yeah (Yeah, that's right show these cats how we do this here) (I'm Back) I'm like a, rose in the desert
flock I have crept behind the drapes And a wizard there is not Just a white flag blackened by Singing weapons that have led A faith that soon dominions over Desert
with a story strange, Of a long-deserted line of traps 'way back of the Bighorn range; Of a little hut by the great divide, and a white man stiff and
up our hearts to the past? and why must we grow up so fast? And all you wishing well fools with your fortunes someone should send you a rose
bread roll, soaking in a milk-bowl And when the bread broke, fell in bricks of wet smoke My sleeping heart woke, and my waking heart spoke And there
Snow White Angel On the wings Of a snow white angel He played steel guitar And the drugs Broke his brain Off into angles But his fingers Played true
I was in chains of memory half-blinded Losing my heart, walking in the sea of dreams Close my eyes Rose breathes I can hear All love and sadness melt in my heart
Yeahhhhhhh, yeah-e-yeah.. I'm back!) [El Shaber] Yeah, that's right Show these cats how we do this here nigga I'm like a, rose in the desert but how
not save ourselves. To breathe is not enough. Yes sir, I Will. When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed, Blue and white normally, but strange
out your verbs Knuckle boy boxen' on de corner of de curb. People, lift dem up before dey get hurt. But their heart rate stop (beeep) When they have just
