: There's a price you will pay when you're on top of the world Oh, when everyone wants to be your friend or companion There's a fine line between your
: I went drivin' today Couldn't help but think of how You're with somebody else And now you've got a child It's been a few years Since I saw you last
you go now I know a place for you to hide The past catches up with you one day And stares you in the face and takes you away The blindness always seems
: You've been on your own since you learned how to adjust to You felt like you had to baby sit your owners just to feel like all the others All you
: Scratch my eyes out for you Strap dynamite to my side Shed a carcass for you I'll empty out my soul I'm begging you just give me a chance Stick with
: I've got peace on my mind a pistol full of insistence Enough blood to fill a lake, but does it make a difference? Tolerance was the sermon No matter
: What would you do if I told you You wouldn't have to worry anymore Throw all your scars in the ocean. Sink to the floor and disappear forever Dreaming
: You didn't wake up before you hit the ground I didn't stay up long enough to see you falling You never asked for the world but then You jumped from
: I remember we used to sit out back and drink until the morning light Always bummin' smokes and talking trash about the pleasure we had Summers come
: It was late one night in Southern Texas My dad was playing in a rock-n-roll band He took me along to a place called Cheatem Street My bags were packed
: I have no fingertips They were burned away from too many stove trips Can't find no fingernails I ate them off cause I was hungry as hell Can't read
: All I can say you know my life it's pretty plain And all that I can do, is just pour some tea for two And speak my point of view, but it's not sane
: How come, girl was there when I needed one How come, girl was there when the song is done Some say, open your eyes to a brighter light Okay, open my
: This is Shannon's interpretation of the song original written by Hoyt Axton Snow flakes rolling over my ear, goose bumping weather If I'm hungry at
: It ain't fair, John Sinclair In the stir for breathing air Won't you care for John Sinclair? In the stir for breathing air Let him be, set him free
: All that I need is the air that I breathe And all that I need are things I don't need And all that really matters is what matters to me And who of
: The clothesline of cold eyes is washing away the face before Now tell me what's wrong you see everyone's gone You gotta do your best to decorate this
: Life Ain't So Shitty There's a lot that you can be And ain't it a pity But it's alright, to smile back at me And if we both go there We can count on
