' Live 4 love Live 4 love Live 4 love Live 4 love Live 4 love Live 4 love Live 4 love Live 4 love Live Live 4 love, without love U don't live And how
What is America to me A name, a map, or a flag I see A certain word, democracy What is America to me The house I live in A plot of earth, a street The
Ain't it strange? I say, I say, I say, I say 1, 2, 3, 4 out of 5 ain't bad And once you're in It really doesn't feel so crap I say 1, 2, 3, 4 out of
I dont want to live forever, the world keeps changing - I stay the same, endless suffering, eternal pain
no nigga got 9 lives? Where you from, where you at? Where you from, where you at? Who told you that, 'cause you only got one (x4) Chorus: 9 lives,
) Living water, bread of life Come and quench this thirst within me Fill this hunger deep inside For so long I have been empty Nothing else will satisfy You alone are what I need Lord Living
Let me see forgiveness in your eyes I was living a lie, I was living a lie I was living a lie, I was living a lie Living a lie Living a lie Here's
It's a nine mile walk from the office to the pumps Sometimes you think you're gonna drop In the end you're filthy, dirty, horny and pissed off And before
spider john is my name friend I'm in between freights and I sure would be obliged If you'd share your company I'm on my way to nowhere been running from
Well he outgrew his sequined suit Sold his Trailways bus Let his hair get a little too long His duck tails bit the dust His custom made, pearl-inlaid
I'd like to ride the Rodeo But I've got Brahma fear So I'll just stick to Aeroplanes Gently pop my ears Drank a lot of whiskey It gives me such a glow
I cut my teeth on Gumbo rock Benny Stillman and Dr. John Sweet Erma Thomas and Frogman Henry Used to boogie woogie all night long Though I love rock
Ringling, ringling, slippin' away Only forty people livin' there today Streets are dusty and the bank has been torn down It's a dyin' little town Church
Standin' on side of the highway 4 exit A lady in tie-dye, a bag by her side Not really lookin' like anything special Saw tennessee tags and she waved
"broadcast. talking words. real words. painful words. makes you look so cheap. you can't stand on your own. and i have ceased to care. digging. digging
Mother, mother, there's too many of you crying Brother, brother, brother, there's far too many of you dying You know we'ver got to find a way To bring
Talked out and now I'm feeling crowded. All the errands in the world won't save us now. Rained in and I won't come unclouded. There's a stillness in the