Feel the Strain of Sorrow Never Ceasing
Feelings
Forcefield
Fourteen Rivers, Fourteen Floods
The Fucked Up Blues
Fuckin' With My Head (Mountain Dew Rock)
Fume
Fume (version 2)
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Feather In Your Cap Feel the Strain of Sorrow Never Ceasing Feelings Forcefield Fourteen Rivers, Fourteen Floods The Fucked Up Blues Fuckin' With My Head (Mountain Dew Rock) Fume Fume (version 2) |
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bust a move with what you can dead phone machine piled on the table dissapointment is a feather in your cap you want the truth not when it's unplanned there's no map that could tell you where you are you're in between things that only go halfway you want the best you want contests where everybody loses on purpose by mistaketop
on the old forgotten crossways where the fourteen rivers did meet the bones of our elders lying in the street on a dark and dusty deserts like a ghost I've flown I barely cried when I arrived I never found a home ooh, feel the strain of sorrow never ceasing ooh, feel the strain of sorrow never ceasing I am a ramshackler go from town to town and when there is no shelter I lay down on the ground I killed every reason they gave for me to stay cussed the morning, burned the bone and dragged that thing away mmm, to the peace of sorrow never ceasing mmm, to the strain of sorrow never ceasing there's saints and there is animals they've taken what they could and it's written in the pages do just like they should they stood the test and burned the rest and tore them limb from limb and it's marked upon their faces it's written on their skin ooh, feel the strain of sorrow never ceasing mmm, feel the strain of sorrow never ceasingtop
she is gettin' flaky doesn't wanna take me she's a special lady gonna shake and bake me feelings, I have so many feelings and I know that I'm dealing I'm dealing with all these feelings feelings--oh, feelings lord, I have so many feelings and I know that I'm dealing I'm dealing with all these feelings I'm feeling all of these feelings lord, I know that I'm healing I'm trying to feel all of my feelings feelings that make me feel that there's something more to be real lord, I'm dealing with these feelings feelings feelings feelings oh no no, all of these feelings when everything is turning turning into my feelings and I know that something is feeling all of my feelingstop
stand outside with a suitcase (there's a forcefield round my neck) walk around all the while (and it stands just where I sat) look at the people driving backwards (and the stance I took on that) no particular style (leaves that forcefield round my back) don't let it get near you don't let it get too close don't let it turn you into (and the stance I took on that) the things you hate the most (leaves a forcefield round my neck) roll out your silver-dollar coffins pull out your buckskin gloves tell them anything you want to the sound comes from above don't let it get near you don't let it get too close don't let it turn you into (and the stance I took on that) the things you hate the most (leaves a forcefield round my neck) don't let it get near you don't let it get too close don't let it turn you into the things you hate the most (there's a forcefield round my neck) (and it stands just where I sat) (and the stance I took on that) (leaves a forcefield round my neck) (there's a forcefield round my neck) (and it stands just where I've set) (and the stance I took on that) (leaves a forcefield round my neck)top
fourteen rivers, fourteen floods bend your body to the heavens above don't get drunk, don't get dry just bring your money next saturday night forteen miles on a Teton trail with a half-dead mule and nothin' on my mind all my life I been talkin' fast takin' all the things that I shoulda let pass throw my hat on a coffin nail put another brick in the fireplace well I don't know about you or me but someone got loose back in towntop
I got the fucked up blues I got the fucked up blues lord what can you do about the fuckin fucked up blues well the beans have been baking upon the camel's hump like a voodoo curse in an old lady's purse confetti on my grave I got the fucked up blues I got the fucked up blues lord what can you do about the fuckin fucked up blues (x2) I woke up on the futon and my boots were on firetop
I ain't got no inclination give away my sweet sensation sleepin in an old toolshed scumbag cryin' on his pillow when you wanna be with me, then we will see who's fuckin' with my head hey hey hey hey fuckin' with my head hey hey hey hey found myself in New Orleans with a scarecrow in my jeans beat my forehead through the ceilin' drank my coffee with a hubcap...yeah when you want to be with me, then we will see who's fuckin' with my head no no no no fuckin' with my head hey hey hey hey devil's got your pantyhose on his head oh yeah, and he's robbin' me but all I got is cornbread well, you turn my body into a crutch and now I'm limpin' all over when I feel your touch...oh yeah Oooh... Oooh...rode up on my check-out boots runnin' wild on the bayou now talkin' on a walkie-talkie credit card glued to my hand...feels good when you wanna be with me, then we will see who's fuckin' with my head hey hey hey hey no no no no fuckin' with my head make me feel like an asshole I ain't got no soul I ain't got no soul no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no notop
my friend picked me up about quarter past 5 we stopped and got some donuts and we took a little drive we had a can of nitrous, we rolled the windows up now we're breathin' deeply, breathin' deeply and there's a fume in this truck and I don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck there's a fume in this truck and I don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck or what? we spent many years always tryin to get high smokin' broken pencils and beatin' up kids talkin' to the devil and drinkin' a coke now we're totally rockin', totally rockin' and there's a fume in this truck and I don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck there's a fume in this truck and I don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck or what? we got a good idea so we pulled off the road got some molly hatchet goin' on the stereo I said, let's roll up the windows, and let the nitrous go now we can't stop laughing, can't stop laughing and there's a fume in this truck and I don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck there's a fume in this truck and I don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck is going on. (Voices in background) and I really don't think that I know what to do there's a man in my shoe Yeaaaaaahhhh! (hard-core version begins) [Chorus] (x3.5)top
My friend picked me up about quarter past five we stopped and got some donuts and we took a little drive had a can of nitrous, we rolled the windows up now we're breathing deeply, breathing deeply... and there's a fume in this truck and we don't know if we're dead or what the fuck there's a fume in this truck and we don't know if we're dead or what well we spent many years always tryin to get high seems like there wasn't nothing that we wouldn't try we made bongs out of bananas, we free-based every time we were always lookin, always lookin now there's a fume in this truck and we don't know if we're dead or what the fuck there's a fume in this truck and we don't know if we're dead or what well we got a good idea so we pulled off the road got some Molly Hatchet going on the stereo I said let's get out the nitrous and let the windows up now we can't stop laughing, can't stop laughing.. and there's a fume in this truck and we don't know if we're dead or what the fuck there's a fume in this truck and we don't know if we're dead or what yeah!top
