Nighttown
Walkabouts lyrics
Walkabouts lyrics
"Hell's Soup Kitchen Lyrics"
Screaming Gun Lyrics
Well you run from your reasons as you slip on your soul Now you're keeping a hold of something you've never known
Well you run from your reasons as you slip on your soul Now you're keeping a hold of something you've never known
Rolled in the mud
But I could never come clean
Counting blessings on my middle finger
There in the back shed
Pricing heads to the pound
Told to shut up, I was only breathin'
Hell's soup kitchen
There you're liste
On The Way Home-Travellers Tune B-Side Lyrics
When the dream came I held my breath with my eyes closed I went insane like a smoke-ring day when the wind blowsning now
Heard you coming
I heard you deep in the ground
The job was dizzy on the carnival wheel
Coins a-flipping a siren's screaming
Told quit the ride
And you'll go straight to the dogs
But dogs they come home
And
Hell's soup kitchen
There you're listening now
Heard you coming
I heard you deep in the ground
And my nerves were wire
And the shots they fell wide
Pearls of wisdom dripping from my forehead
Crawled in a sleeping bag
And watched them close in
Tires spitting all my trust to the sky
Hell's soup kitchen
There you're listening now
Heard you coming
I heard you deep in the ground
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When the dream came I held my breath with my eyes closed I went insane like a smoke-ring day when the wind blows
Heard you coming
I heard you deep in the ground
The job was dizzy on the carnival wheel
Coins a-flipping a siren's screaming
Told quit the ride
And you'll go straight to the dogs
But dogs they come home
And
Crystal Chandelier Lyrics
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS Charlie Rich (words and music by Kenny O'Dell) My baby makes me proud, Lord don't sh
dogs they listenBEHIND CLOSED DOORS Charlie Rich (words and music by Kenny O'Dell) My baby makes me proud, Lord don't sh
Hell's soup kitchen
There you're listening now
Heard you coming
I heard you deep in the ground
And my nerves were wire
And the shots they fell wide
Pearls of wisdom dripping from my forehead
Crawled in a sleeping bag
And watched them close in
Tires spitting all my trust to the sky
Hell's soup kitchen
There you're listening now
Heard you coming
I heard you deep in the ground
sallysally@usa.net