Тексты песен «Swingin' Utters»

They've laid to rest mortality, blessed themselves with immorality, gazed into the eyes of innocents as the blade was pulled out merrily i'd beg and plead if it made sense to me, if i thought it'd make a difference to...

Biting on rebar, cinder block mind. Time was on his side until it made him unkind. The filth of his work has now settled on his heart. His company is doing well, but it's tearing him apart. Nothing to rely on. You got...

I have crossed this road before for many years, i'm sure don't recognize the faces, though, that pass me by i've been off and on my way again, passed marsh road, atherton, black mountain way and bored stale houses on...

Mr Product Man strolling by with a kind of head-held-high hypocrisy the envy of so many walks of life but not at type like me periodically searching through the perfect library a man i am of an unusual sort of...

Mr. product man strolling by with a kind of head-held-high hypocrisy the envy of so many walks of life but not a type like me periodically searching through the perfect library a man I am of an unusual sort of...

I've said, and once too often, some things i'd never say again. in streams of thoughts unbroken i fish for a few good men (chorus) sundays and holidays and twelve hours straight no pay for bloody hands and believe me...

I write alone now that you're gone And it's nothing I studied all you've said and done And it's nothing The pictures perfect There's no time It's nothing Resolutions made What's yours is mine and it's nothing Through...

I was a city baby raised on a well worn street My daddy hated it because of it's fame I never noticed really I was too young at the time To care about the history in it's name Some years go by and they move me to the...

"A penny for your thoughts," he says as he swiftly slips from bed to bed and the thoughtful ones are charmed by him and the sexy ones turned on by him and he's knighted by casanova's kin and his ladies would never turn...

It would be nice if what was said was what we heard was what we read there's too many times it seems to me between the lines we have to read Politician - don't you ever listen So what is the point i must implore...

I'd rest on my laurels Let some keen wit And crying awful pity sustain me But my memories leak like a sieve And fuel this fire It's deep and heavy roar defies me Let's not talk in vain about the weather Let's take my...

Old men run on gasoline from the stations of the past and the things that they can teach you, son, I hope to God they'll ever last. The crow isn't afraid of the man that you put in the field where you plant your food...

I'm expending my last energy, I feel good, though, 'cause I'm seldom seen. A perfect picture I found in a dream I jab and move punches soft as whipped cream, I'm ripped and torn but never on the seam. I'm spitting,...

Times have changed and the change of time's slow going my ramble tamble's still in tact and I've got plenty guts still showing all along the levy where we just sat and sometimes drank one the weeds are growing over all...

I am not suave i am not bare there's seven pair of pants and stuff in my hair are you scared of me sitting under the tree i strike a striking pose while i'm wiping my nose you say not to leave i don't see why i should...

I try to please them with my way most every day i try to please you while i'm here wasting away i'll promise you a world so wide, love replace my lies in time with truth, love. Access to exits everywhere far and away...

Try to act this way and that become some beaming bitch's pet though you feel like a rat and it's plain that you're all that you accuse yourself of selling out to the souls searching familiar clout and excuse yourself...

Everything lies between shadows and lies atleast that is my understanding and you can't leave behind those things that you hide they're all there for the taking, somethings you find in the back of your mind for safe...

Time has given me everything I need Lust, pride, gluttony, and relief Tomorrow weighs down like Clouds hung in the sky But right now I'm feeling like A rotten present from this life of mine So what's there to laugh...

The day grows old and gray with rain skies and the troubles keeping you likewise go to bed after television as outside the moon is turning crimson All alone on a Sunday "tomorrow's no different" as you say sleep with a...