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There was something in the air that night that made me wanna die
Something in the way you move that makes me wanna cry
Show me something girl that I think I really need
Give me something girl that makes me wanna bleed

Well I had you in my sight
Down the line of desire
Is this what you had in mind

pirate shots of rum in downtown savannah lone stars in my best boys eyes two quarts low by the florida seas whiskey weed and women in the streets of tennessee i'll think about you girl miss being your man see the times are getting sweet so i don't understand while we're busting time to make it there for the show there's so much on my mind that i don't want too know love my life of the meek running lines and crossing states for the hole inside me i never needed more and it seems that times won't change so i'll keep you on my mind like the three cents to my name sorry if i'm wasting time see the dirt is getting thick like the miles on the van so like a curse or i'm sick i miss seeing you man see we've had our good times living lives to our flow so buy me one more drink and we'll sing and we'll dance 'cause we're rolling out tomorrow and you'll always understand that my track marks run just as far as the sea evens to odds we'll always keep you on our minds like our parasites and fleas sorry if i'm wasting time (chorus) five-hundred miles from nashville one-hundred dollars in the hole we'll find another home around us maybe somewhere when the kids got soul rushing around the world feeling the life of the speaker pushing strong-arming for those who always thought that they were weaker more than a women yeah more than a man you were always there so you might understand

Thursday morning twilight screams wake me from my sleep
We sleep it blind my eyes but I'm not blind enough to see
That the dead are in the streets and now they're crawling
Oh god, they're after me (one time)

(Muy loco! ) This is my hallowed day
(Muy loco! ) Claim my nocturnal way
(Muy loco! ) Hate the light of day

there's an officer down with enough flack to hang ourselves gates of steel fall down with rats in snared but you've failed to keep the bile down empty pockets in these dark corridors without a pot to piss in it might be time to cry with your bed sheets pulled so tight this is the vacuum called your life there's an officer down to wait and watch for water to boil comes longer days for blossom but it's lawyers' country and i need sedation from your constant corporate subjection so there's an officer down on the street where substance and some pink are sold it's tax-free you can flip a bill in all of these under-the-table deals like a child instrument in hand this maggot will never fly again