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You're funny and you don't know why
You're funny and you can't even cry
You're funny and you don't know why
You're funny and you don't even try
Cause your head's shaking cause your arms are shaking
And your feet are shaking cause the earth is shaking
You're hungry and you don't know why
You're hungry and you can't even cry
You're hungry and you don't know why
You're hungry and you don't even cry
You take a walk and you try to understand
Nothing can hurt you
Unless you want it to
There are no answers
Many reasons to be strong
You take a walk you take a walk
You take a walk and you try to understand
You're in love and you don't know why
You're in love and you can't even cry
You're in love and you don't know why
You're in love and you don't even try
There she goes again
She's out on the street again
She's down on her knees my friend
Won't have to ask her please again
Look a little closer there's no tears in her eyes
You know she won't make it with just any guy
What can you do
See her walking down the street
With all your friends she's gonna meet
You'd better hit her
From the back of my neck
Wired a glass jaw
Plantation burning your boat is coming in
Strum the juice off your weakened shin
Running water on a sinking boat
Going under but they've got your coat
Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down - can't you see that my hands are bound
Johnny Mike is reading in the yard
History's timing
What river is it anyway radio
Not any boat in your ears
You pick your island in the sun
Take your island off he's got a gun
Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down - can't you see that my hands are bound
He's cooking in the woods a brush fire in your neck
Feeling mighty mighty
You can pick your island in the sun
Take your island off he's got a gun
Women got skirts, men got pants
If you get the picnic I get the ants
Put it in the fire heaven knows
Take my torch and touch your toes in hell
It's a burning hell
You burn in Hell
They can burn in hell
You can burn in hell
It's a burning hell
Women don't fret boys don't bet
Let me see your silhouette in hell
Women above me take my love
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love
It's a burning hell
It's a burning hell
Baby, baby, baby, I'm hell
It's a burning hell
Girl stop moving boy behave
Baby, I'll put you in an early grave in hell
Love on the ceiling love on the floor
I'm gonna leave you burning for more
Burn in the country, burn downtown
All the best people are burning down in hell, hell, hell
It's a burning Hell
You'll burn in hell
It's a big, burning, giant, colossal matter
Hell
Oh baby, I'm hell
Light voices scream nothing seems real's a dream
Leaving the things that you learned behind
Leaving the things that you love behind
All of the things that you learned were real
Nothing except for the years
Voices scream, nothing seems real's a dream
Toys toys toys in the attic
Light voices scream nothing seems real's a dream
Leaving the things that you love behind
Leaving the things that you learned behind
All of the things that you learned were real
Nothing except for the years
Voices scream, nothing seems real's a dream
Toys toys toys in the attic
Windout - when you're out of the wind
Windout - when you're really spent
Windout - if you're young and red
Tick tock it's ten o'clock
Why don't you spend the night
Could you really go
So find out - if you're really spent
Find out - if you're out of the wind
Windout - if you're out on the bend
Winding up
There's no doubt - that you're feeling fine
No doubt - that you're out of your mind
No doubt - that you're young and red
Windout - if you're really spent
Find out - if you're young and red
Windout - if you're out on the bend
If you're young and red
Tick tock trying to
Why don't you spend the night
Could you really go
Windout, find out, no doubt
Windout, find out, no doubt
Windout, windout, windout
Postcard stowaway within
Pristine indigo without
Banded ottoman as such
Sofa seated one too much
All along the range all along the range
Ages of you
Train pulls over hanging bridge
Conductor looks up, thinks
out and down, hands stuck to the left
to the right, you should fall,
the horses just don't gossip anymore
Sometimes I feel so happy
Sometimes I feel so sad
Sometimes I feel just about everything
Lately I'm just feeling bad
Lately I'm just feeling bad
Linger on your pale blue eyes
I thought of you as my mountain top
I thought of you as my peak
I thought of you as just about everything
I had but couldn't keep
I had but couldn't keep
Come on aboard I promise you you won't hurt the horse
We treat him well, we feed him well
There's lots of room for you on the bandwagon
The road may be rough the weather may forget us
But won't we all parade around and sing our songs
The Magic Kingdom open arms
Greet us hello, bravo, name in lights
Passing on the word fellow passengers and players, passing in
Until you're tired looking at all the flags
And all the banners waving
This is some parade yesiree Bob
Could you have known
Yesiree Bob, could you have known?
Look at all the flags and all the banners waving
Open up our arms the Magic Kingdom open arms to greet us all
Here she comes you better watch your step
She's going to play you for a fool it's true
It's not hard to realize
Just look into her false colored eyes
She'll build you up just to put you down
What a clown
Cause everybody knows the things she does to please
She's just a little tease
See the way she walks hear the way she talks
You're written in her book
You're number thirty-seven have a look
She's going to play you for a fool it's true
Little boy on the street
Before you start you're already beat
She's going to smile to make you from
What a clown
Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale)
the things she does to please (She's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks hear the way she talks
Hey this is David
I've got a hat the size of Oklahoma
Put on my boots and going down to Walter's
Good tasting barbecue
Bring some home to the misses
They'll give you a bag to put it in
This is David, signing off
Trailers for sale or rent
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to rent, fifty cents
No cars no pool no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
It takes four hours of pushing a broom
To buy a four by twelve cubic room
I'm a man of means, by no means
King of the road
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