He ain't feelin' anythin' My love, my hurt or the sting of this rain All he can say is, "Man ain't it such a nice day?" Like dead flowers I feel like the flowers in this vase He just brought 'em home one day, "Ain't they they beautiful?" he said They They been

Or trees on the lawn Wind is always there, they're saying it's just air Let it blow through you Don't let it move you Like breeze off the pond What I'd look like trying to hide my life One of those guys, I'm a star, you should keep it low Nuh uh want a

When you blow at high dough Well, sometimes the faster it gets The less you need to know But you gotta remember The smarter it gets The further its gonna go They They shot a movie once, in my hometown Everybody was in it, from miles around Out at the

I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops And the raindrops keep on falling I said they they keep on falling Tear drops in the pillow on my bed Still trying to keep my head up Know you'd rather see me dead And they they keep on falling (Slaughterhouse yo)

Lower than deep, oh Doing it wrong, oh Anywhere you want Singing along, oh I'm higher than high, oh And singing along, oh Did they they tell you, you should grow up When you wanted to dream. Did they they warn you, better shape up

Never let I fail To live out the greater part of my days Give I strength Jah Jah give I strength Jah give I strength Teach the youths them right in the way they they should grow Joy is a stream constantly flow And I don't want to be unhappy Let me live till

And now that you're gone And I can't go on Just wanna be with you I just wanna be with you (be with you) I got to be with you some how Monday night I feel so low I count the hours, they go so slow I know the sound of your voice Can save my soul

Clouds roll by Reeling is what they they say Or is it just my way? Wind blows by low low light Side tracked low low light Can't see my tracks your scent way back Can I be here all alone? Clear a path to my home Blood runs dry

Crazy rhythm, I've gone crazy too They They say that when a high brow meets a low brow Walking along Broadway Soon the high brow, he has no brow Ain't it a shame and you're to blame You produce the same condition Crazy rhythm, here's the doorway I'll go my

Yeah, all my friends no fun No fun, no fun I drive around on my own And I keep to myself All they they do is sung Yeah, all my friends no- Yeah, now my covers blown Fuck my friends, they're gone They They all left one by one