: You've got the smile of Judas on your lips... you're following your script, trying to hide your anger I see a cheap facade upon your face... to cover
: First stop was the bucket shop To pick the pieces of your life up And scream looking glad Since all that you despised You're thinking back to the
: Bucket bucket T T, bucket T bucket T, Bucket bucket T T, bucket T bucket T, Bucket bucket T T, bucket T bucket T, Found her in a barn in Tennessee
: I wonder what's on your mind I wonder what's on your mind Look around and see What it does to me I wonder what's on your mind I think I'll throw it
Ohh oh, ohh oh, ah Sing to me baby, baby Buckets, nuggets of rain Nuggets of rain, nuggets of tears Got all the nuggets comin' out of my ears Nuggets
Buckets of rain, buckets of tears Got all them buckets comin' out of my ears Buckets of moonbeams in my hand You got all the love, honey baby I can stand
Just like the army I was bein' all I could be I was feelin' next to awesome In my cleanest dirty jeans She said "Honey read the small print If ya wanna
When all your good days keep getting shorter Count on me When you're about twenty-cents shy of a quarter Count on me When you just need a place to hide
(Bob Dylan) Buckets of rain, buckets of tears got all them buckets coming out of my ears Buckets of moonbeams in my hand you got all the love honey
Buckets of rain, buckets of tears Gallons of buckets comin' out of my ears Buckets of moonbeams in my hand You got a love, honey which I, I can't stand
You've got the bucket, baby I got the chicken You've got the Smith and a Wesson and I got the ammunition Maybe we could shoot the town or sit around finger
My mother was a b-girl My old man was a tramp Some folks say they conceived me On a loading ramp I was only fourteen Took to petty crime Stole from supermarkets
Shut up if you wanna get paid What's your option? Cold corruption or starvation Buckets for bullet wounds There are no doctors, only victims, only butchers
Hot steam rising from the door, by the tar road. Crawdads kicking in the dirt. Serious cleavage in pink motels. (The) preacher's emptying his bucket
Won't you come over and stay for a while? Take a seat, have a drink, we'd have a nice time Turn on the TV, I believe it's prime time I'll make you Chicken
The band has stopped, the night is young This bar is closed but there'll be more to come She whispered softly, "I don't wanna be alone Can me and all
Happy anniversary, baby It's been a year now since you moved away And even though I asked you to go I miss you every day I miss you in the evenings Alone
Can you hear the sound on the street? Voices carry far if there is a need People staring, getting hectic Boys in blue are turning active When the time
