Were gunna 45 outta here, were gunna hit the road the wind is going to blow in our hair, well follow you wherever you go. cause here we just cant be singing
cars half outta the ground And that old sign still spins 'round 'n 'round I guess the White Rose fillin' station's just a memory now Yea that ol' White Rose
Maybe love's an accident or destiny is true But you and I were born Beneath a star of dazzling blue Dazzling blue Dazzling blue, roses red Fine white
reflect off the river Beside where the trains cross the bridge and slow down Trains with white letters on black iron sides And white rushing water that
AESOP- Pain cave uno, smoking a broken blue note. Tar pit escape artist carcass linger in the bull doze. Rose radio Lazarus via linear bark screaming '
I'm driving 'em off in the mail for me Nigga hit me on my hip Back to back Gotta make a St. Rose run Cause lil' one say he got five stacks Rush highway
led me to I'd find you, I'd find you In the day or the night, in the black or the white In the red of a rose or the depths of the ocean blue I'd find
when u havent been anywhere so, we can have a sleepover ill lay a towel down you can do the rest, and then well both make a vowel sound single white female
was his velvet coat When they shot him down on the highway Down like a dog on the highway And he lay in his blood on the highway With the bunch of lace
the mountain, I was headed for Estes When the roads turned to ice and it started to snow Put on the chains in a whirl of white powder Half way up to
half out of the ground and that old sun still spins round and round I guess the white rose fill in station is just a memory now yea that old white rose
ammunition make 'em hide out Leave ya head like a highway wide out Flat out once, the cat out, gats out Bring forearms and bats out, chainsaws to ax out The blackout, it's too white
Mr. Whippoorwill Got to have tenderness Got to have tenderness We've got to have love Little white clouds go hurryin' Somewhere along their way Across the highways
's only a rose, a fragrant white rose That bloomed on my mother's grave Peace to her soul and blessed reposed With a bright rose above her way Only a rose
Lahaina just like the missionaries did, so many years ago They even brought a neon sign:"Jesus is coming" Brought the white man's burden down Brought the white
they shot him down on the highway, Down like a dog on the highway, And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat. * * * * * *
wheelchair, so frustrated that she amputated her own legs, or rather tried to with a steak knife. Her life leaking out on the white floor blossoming like roses
red was his velvet coat, when they shot him down on the highway, Down like a dog on the highway, And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch
