Last night I ran my car off the roadfell asleep behind the wheelblood filled to the brim with thoughts of youand the way I used to feelcops they say I could have killed someonebut theyre just preying on the fearthat someday youll leave me beso I can get out of herejust gimme a drinkgimme a drinkgimme a drink to see me clearEyes go hiding in the back of my headtheyve seen it all beforebottled water and toothpaste in the backand dried puke on the floorfamily oh so proud of methe black sheep with a bullseyejust pouring the arts right down my throatsince the day you said goodbyejust gimme a drinkgimme a drinkgimme a drink to see me clearSomeday theyre gonna come looking for metheyre gonna hear whats in my headgonna fly in from New York or LAand theyre gonna find me insteadscared old man who cant stand upreciting Shakespeare in the barfrayed white shirt right out of wardrobedrinking one last free jarjust gimme a drinkgimme a drinkgimme a drink to see me clearI held onto you as long as I couldthey finally pulled my hands awayyou never opened your eyes to say goodbyenever had that much to sayI wonder if you remember methe way I remember youcan you forgive what Ive becomeand the things I dojust gimme a drinkgimme a drinkgimme a drink to see me clear

Does the Lord need a soldierwith boots upon the groundstanding firm behind his gunwhen duty makes not a soundfigthing for his buddies and for his hatred of warso others can lay their heads downand dream forever moreGino wont you say the pledge of allegiancewont you lead us one more timemay your hand be steady and your heart still strongand may your strength be minemay your strength be mineDoes the Lord need a soldierfrom a boy into a manand back again accordingto someone elses plandoes blood spilled on battlefieldson European soilcause faith to press back inwardlike a rifle shots recoilGino wont you say the pledge of allegiancewont you lead us one more timemay your hand be steady and your heart still strongand may your strength be minemay your strength be mineWe know the answer to that questionin Gino Merlis eyesfrom small town Pennsylvaniawhere its still a sin to tell a liewhen Hitler said wholl stop me?Gino said.....it may be trueI may only be a miners son butIll take on the likes of youGino wont you say the pledge of allegiancewont you lead us one more timemay your hand be steady and your heart still strongand may your strength be mineThe greatest generationtheyve been subsequently callednow blowing away like dry leavesat the bitter end of fallwith a chestfull of medalshe came home to praywhen the Lord needed a soldierGino Merli led the wayGino wont you say the pledge of allegiancewont you lead us one more timemay your hand be steady and your heart still strongand may your strength be mineWe know the answer to that questionin Gino Merlis eyesfrom small town Pennsylvaniawhere its still a sin to tell a liewhen Hitler said wholl stop me?Gino said.....it may be trueI may only be a miners son butIll take on the likes of youGino wont you say the pledge of allegiancewont you lead us one more timemay your hand be steady and your heart still strongand may your strength be mine

I met an alcoholic wife beater todaywho was praying on the steps of the courthousesaying the judges needed wisdom from on highand to this cause he did espousesaid he was worried about the gaysand what they did to each otherwas worried about moralityhe was worried about his motherhe carried an automatic pistol hooked inside his beltsaid it was a great peacemakermade his own wine and drank it in churchsaid he could pray just like a quakerworked in stocks and laughed aboutall the ladies he had screwedbut he could bless himself like a son of a bitchhated TV that was lewdchorussaid hes on Gods other sideits like sitting behind the moononly those who give until it hurtsare let inside the roomSaid that camel through the eye of a needle thingwell that needed to distillthe one who owned the most camelscould resize that eye at willtold me he bought the front row pewhad his name engraved in goldwinked at the preacher when he caught his eyeand was never growing oldchorussaid hes on Gods other sideits like sitting behind the moononly those who give until it hurtsare let inside the room

Goodbye old friendpeace be with youmay it follow whereveryou want it toif it becomes a burdenand you long for sinrest assured Ill neverturn you inGoodbye old friendpeace be with youGoodbye old friendyoure too soon gonebut some roads are simplytoo damn longfilled with potholes and hairpin turnsand a pain that never ever learnsGoodbye old friendyoure too soon goneGoodbye old friendyoure too soon goneif I cant followand you cant leadthey can cut youbut youll never bleedthe pain is liftedand carried awaywhere it waits for anotherwholl have no saygoodbye old friendgoodbye old friendgoodbye old friendgoodbye old friendGoodbye old friendif livings a crimethen you kept the law busyfor a long long timeits high time both of youtake your restif the Lord is out therethen be His guestGoodbye old friendthis one last timeGoodbye old friendthis one last timeif I cant followand you cant leadthey can cut youbut youll never bleedthe pain is liftedand carried awaywhere it waits for anotherwholl have no saygoodbye old friendGoodbye old friendgoodbye old friendGoodbye old friendGoodbye old friendpeace be with youmay it follow whereveryou want it toif it becomes a burdenand you long for sinrest assured Ill neverturn you inGoodbye old friendpeace be with youGoodbye old friendpeace be with youGoodbye old friendpeace be with you

By plane or train or automobilebeg or borrow or buy or stealgo through the roof or undergroundscream or maybe not make a soundfor peace of mind Id buy or sellcompare the air in heaven to the heat in hellto leave you standing in my dustId get all crooked and then adjustbut I gotta get away babyI gotta get away from hereI gotta get away babyfind a hole and disappearget away from the pick up trucksthe white trash cursed with luckwith Daddys money run amokoh I gotta get awayI was born with my mouth closedand feeling slightly indisposedbut alright as long as youignored me when you were supposed tohigh school college and local barsbloodshot eyes and the guitarnovels written in my headand a liver less alive than deadbut I gotta get away babyI gotta get away from hereI gotta get away babyfind a hole and disappearget away from the pick up trucksthe white trash all blessed with luckwith Daddys money run amokoh I gotta get awayAll I want is 4 good wallseach 1000 feet tallmaybe a moat and some dogsa machine that can generate smoganything to keep at baythose who want to ruin my dayimagine being left alone?oh the sins we could atoneIf you see me you can say helloand then raise your hands and walk away slowsudden movements are misconstruedand chirping sounds make me broodGretta Garbo she got it rightpiss off and turn off the lightall I want is an easy chairand the gift of remaining unawareI gotta get away babyI gotta get away from hereI gotta get away babyfind a hole and disappearget away from the pick up trucksthe white trash all blessed with luckwith Daddys money run amok

Im a government mantake what I canpart of a master planand Im holier than....youIm a profiteerwork the cashierand I lead the cheersthen I disappear...on youGovernment manGovernment manif I cant do itJesus canGovernment manGovernment manif I cant do itJesus canIm a warmongerbut I much preferthat you deferand concur...to fight for meGovernment manGovernment manif I cant do itJesus canGovernment manGovernment manif I cant do itJesus canGive me the time and I can sellthat wearing a flag on your lapelmeans you wont go to hellthings are going quite wellGovernment manGovernment manif I cant do itJesus canGovernment manGovernment manif I cant do itJesus canKeep you dumbcarrying a big ol gunkeep em on the runwe won we won we won we won!...didnt we?Give me your tired your poor en-masseIll send em to patriotism classwipe graffiti off the overpassand keep the liberals off the grassIm a child of Godfrom sacred sodand Ill poke and prodand pray and trod....all over youGovernment manGovernment manif I cant do itJesus canGovernment manGovernment manif I cant do itJesus can

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Q: Gonna Write A Song About Me

Was gonna write a song about trainsbut thats already been donegonna write about coal minersbut I aint ever been onegonna write one about whiskey and beeror one where youre there and Im stuck herebut thats been done so one things clearits time to write a song about meGonna write a song about me me manIm gonna write a song about me show some unconventionalityIm gonna write a song about meIm gonna write a song about meWas gonna write a song about the presidentbut thats already been donebut I was never good at dissentand I dont even own a gunmaybe a tune to get you by my sideor one where we both take a ridebut its old always being the maid of the brideso its time to write a song about meGonna write a song about me me manIm gonna write a song about meshow some unconventionalityIm gonna write a song about meIm gonna write a song about memaybe wax poetic about my smileor get the girl and hold her awhileIm a hard rocking daddy from a little towncome to burn all the bad guys downIm gonna write a song about meGonna write a song for the radiobut thats already been donefind Murray the K and grease his palmthen spend it all on the runfind me a girl buck naked writhing on the groundprop her up and teach her my soundbut to decorum am I boundso its time to write a song about memaybe wax poetic about my smileor get the girl and hold her awhileIm a hard rocking daddy from a little towncome to burn all the bad guys downIm gonna write a song about me

Q: Gonna Write The Last Song

Gonna write the last songsomeones gotta....might as well be mewhile the missles in the skygonna write a lullabythen I guess Ill have to leave you begonna write the last songgonna write the last songsave it for my babysave it for my babyNo more time to get hustledno more time to get screwedsong would get me in the showbut I guess well never knowall because we aint got no crudegonna write the last songgonna write the last songsave it for my babysave it for my babysomewhere in the worldtheyll be other guyswith guitars in their handsthinking bout the daythat she said goodbyebut they dont understandThat Im gonna wait em out sonmy last notes gonna hang in the airits gonna make you crythen were all gonna diebut then who said life was fairgonna write the last songgonna write the last songsave it for my babysave it for my baby

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It came as no surpriseThe calm of the first oneMade me realizeThe different ways to have funRed hair, blue eyesThat caught me by surpriseShe’s young and newI am so confusedDon’t know what to do…Baby girl you’re dancin all over my heartAnd you know it feels so damn goodThe trouble is we’ll ...

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