Regular Song
"Rollins Power Sauce"
Rowboat
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Ramshackle
Ready Regular Song "Rollins Power Sauce" Rowboat |
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rowboat row me to the shore she don't wanna be my friend no more she dug a hole in the bottom of my soul she don't wanna be my friend no more pick me up give me some food to eat in your truck goin' no place I'll be home talkin' to nobody you'll be strange you'll be far away big fat moon and my body's out of tune with the burnin' waves she's a billion years away dogfood on the floor and I've been like this before she is all and everything else is small pick me up give me some alcohol in your truck playin' the radio I'll be home with the gasoline you'll be stoned you'll be far away rowboat row me to the shore she don't wanna be my friend no more she dug a hole in the bottom of my soul she is all and everything else is smalltop
[slowed down:] Ummm...My throat muscles are completely shredded You tell no one 'bout Barney leaning on you dirty pictures False faces Bloody wallet Ripped out your heart Put on my clothes No one'll want you with a bloody bozo with a bloody bozo And I got no focus Got no focus... Oh... Ow... [slowed down:] Use the tasertop
An open road where I can breathe Where the lowest low is calling to me I can pull myself back up back down Stuck together like a readymade And nobody knows where we been Cancelled rations are running thin Watches tick out of tune Falling apart like a readymade My bags are waiting in the next life Rubbish piles fresh and plain Empty boxes in a pawn shop brain License plates stowaway Standing in line like a readymade And my bags are waiting in the next life An open road where I can breathe Where the lowest low is calling to me I can pull myself back up back down Stuck together like a readymade And my bags are waiting in the next lifetop
well I just got put down in the ashes of an asphalt town black debris, the burned out trees blows out over the sunken seas somewhere far along singing a regular song dead machines, frozen dreams they don't bother me at all I'm loose inside my skin and all the walls are wearin' thin shoot out on the traffic lights on your way to the dead of night somewhere far along singing a regular song frozen dreams, dead machines they don't notice me at all [harmonica solo] troubles find their own you're better off alone nobody knows the coupon clones the stowaway's in the captians clothes somewhere far along singing a regular song dead machines, frozen dreams they don't bother me at alltop
You've been so long Your blind eyes are gone Your old bones are on their own So take off your coat Put a song in your throat Let the dead-beats pound all around We will go Nowhere we know We don't have to talk at all Hand me downs Flypaper towns Stuck together One and all The bargains you drive Buckets and bags And all your belongings Your train's in the sand Ramshackle land Let the rats watch the races We will go Nowhere we know 'Til we find our one and all Hand me downs Flypaper towns Stuck together One and all Praises get spent Your trick face is bent Pigsties and prizes 'Cause there's no kind of wealth You're suiting yourself You leave yourself behind We will go Nowhere we know 'Til we find our one and all Your hand me downs Flypaper towns Stuck together One and alltop
