And if I cry two tears for her This shit's special That will be the most that I would give to her She left me stranded in my nightmares Taking pictures of my memories she right there Twisting on the blade in my heart, deep Always on my mind so I can't

We’re still living in the city In a tiny rental made of wood We’ve loved and we’ve lost friends Time and time again Like ripples in a stream quietly die Every party’s got its pity Especially when it’s time to go Between the sun and all its moons The

I keep my wits 'bout me Especially right now, I got a rich bounty I can tell that you don't give a shit 'bout me I keep the same people that's been 'round me Yeah, a lot changed but I'm still the same old me I'd still rather make a song than go to KOD

If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light Her .38 special, boys, it do very well Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night? Ah-oh boy,

The World's On Fire And it's too close to expire Too close to the wire (World's On Fire) And it's too close to the wire Your world's on fire You're so special Why aren't you dead!

(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem) There is a rose in Spanish Harlem A red rose up in Spanish Harlem I'm going to pick that rose And watch her as she grows in my garden La la la, la la la, la la la la It is a special one, it's never seen the sun It only

Since the day of my departure I've been stumbling through reality I play my symphony in reverse In search for that special path Be gentle to the tear in this I Lonesome arms, lost its wings again Buy me a trip to the moon So I can laugh at my mistakes I

Misery's best friend can't be a dead-end A bag full of regrets, and I'm coming clean Some feel it, especially the rejects A bad habit; don't forget it: you better Count your last blessings and fill up the wagon Chases its feet And now I'm running out of

It's the simple things in life we forget You hear her talkin' but don't hear what she said Why do you make something so easy so complicated Searching for what's right in front of your face But you can't see it They say money can't buy you love Duh da duh

Take a look around the world Don't tell your man what you don't do right Not tell him all the things that make you cry But check yourself for your own shit / shame And don't be making love like it's always You see such bad things happening There are many