In this thirty five mile an hour town Mama locked the door last night For the first time in all of her years I said mama you gotta be kidding me She said things ain’t like they used to be round here You just wouldn’t believe it Kids growing up without

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

Throw your suitcase in the back Done gassed up the Pontiac Blastin' out to Johnny Cash Headin' for the highway Baby, we ain't ever comin' back What ya got? Quit my job, flipped off the boss, took my name off the payroll Screw you, man

'Til I can be the man You gotta have faith in, faith in, faith in me (faith in me) 'Til I can be the man I said I'd be We're bound by this For reasons I can not define We're going through changes, changes, changes, yeah (changes) With hard times I'm sure

Callin' me home Callin' me home, There's a cabin in a valley, My grandpa built on your land. Your mountains are a canvas, For the makers hand. Tonight I'm fishing up a river,

Slow wind for me Will you wind for me Let's get together Girl I want to be alone with you Just To See what you can do Ow you're dancin' all over me Baby this is like some kind of fantasy

They cannot stop the craving for more blood!!! Attacking with no sign of remorse Nothing can stop this showing of force A virulent onslaught - rotten, decayed As they continue to feed on the corpse Here they come No chance of stopping them now Trudging

Heaven light a way for a fallen Let me ease the pain from my mother But he feels the deception in his head Down by the lake of Mississippi A boy was born poor and abandoned And as he walk you could hear him yearning For a home and he prays And by the

Yours is an empty hope I can let you have the world, all for you Hack me into bits and join the sea And screaming a bird of vanity Chime in the words and you will know Your time will only matter on the last bridge You have the world it's all for you Our

What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid When the cops came you should of slid to my crib Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations you know you got a son I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you? Told