Тексты песен «Jaya The Cat»

Are you with me Are you with me Are you with me I'm like a pimple on the microphone with locked yaw Purring gin in the original non stop And in the valley of the shadow of doubt I got a 83 pickup and a dug out Wake up...

15 dollars and 35 cents I'm a drink away from a spiritual experience Rhythm section and a beat up microphone I keep it under control God knows but he just ain't telling I've been down by law from Fort Hill to McClelon...

Wake up it's time to go Turn your keys in down at the lobby No one's looking to awake but you can't stay here Pick up your bags and you're gone again Last night is just a blur Don't think I blew it too bad but I'm just...

Palm trees in the burning sun An American passport, portorican rum And your just running from a war no one ever won Your shoes are worn and your money, is gone And you, don't even know what's going on It's hard to say...

What ever happened to protect and serve Cos if you get in their way you get burned And if your looking for justice don't bother Cos in the eyes of the court your just another fuckin problem Produce an eye witness And...

Seven thirty on a summers night Out in the city cruising on my bike I've been sitting in the park all day Drinking cheap wine and getting high Watching time just drift away Slippin' thru traffic with my walkman on No...

Closing time is closing in Last call the bar is gesloten Don't have to go home but you can't stay here Stumble thru the doors into the streets again Might be an answer here but I don't know Gave up my sanity to save my...

Like a dead planet circling a Dying star, Passing the time In factories and bars Blue lights flicker Up and down the blocks Harvested minds, No independent thoughts and the Cold rain falls on the Land of the free, you...

Alright I used to work in a convenience store Either 11 to the 7 or the 6 to the 4 Spend the night drinking gin and selling bon on the fee Watch the cops coming in I get the freak off here Suck off all the nitrous from...

Woke up this morning don't remember much Just blank memory hope I didn't fuck up too much My shirts ripped and my glasses are bent Started out with a fifty now I only got 50 cents left My minds in a state of distress...

It seems like back in the days you used to be more simple You had your right you had your wrong and nothing in the middle Riding on a horse through the desert with a gun The bad guys get hung and the good guys always...

Drug Squad [4x] I ain't got nothing to declare [4x] Lugage in my hand I greet the customsman No sir, I ain't got nothing to declare He makes me stop What do you want me for? I ain't done nothing wrong What do you want...

But the nice thing about it was, it was a pickup truck, but it was a Chevelle And you could get it with a SS package and up to like a 450 horsepower, 454 engine and a four-speed transmission, positraction rear end, all...

Lady liberty is bruised and bleeding Living in a shelter down on 20th and mission It's a fucking miracle that she's still breathing Traded in her torch for a needle Lock down final solution The lives of the many decided...

My room 3am Music blasting out of that system Miller light in my hand The only other thing I got is my problems And when life starts pushing down I just jack up that stereo And leave this freakin' town You know the...

Another air raid paid for by government money Another one night stand for God and country Napalm sun in the midnight sky Send out the jets to keep the rhetoric alive Godless dictator bowing down to some new world order...

Goodmorning I know it's early but I had to call Just to tell you to ignore That message that I left on your machine last night What I meant to say Was that I don't want to fight with anyone else but you Stay out all...

Caught the twelve thirty from ashmont station 32 ounces with the rum mixed in God knows I need it with the way I've been living Self medicated, chemical salvation Afternoon show up at central station When the music hits...

Sitting at the terminal bar wasting my spare change Waiting on a redeye outta boston Fly me 33, 000 feet up above the problems Drinking bloody marys in an asile seat With the rest of the late night zombies Singing.....

And it's just another question Just another answer I won't be getting Just another question Just another answer I won't be getting Another day working for the laugh track Third of my pay, I get nothing back Another day...