Helter skelter, helter skelter Helter skelter When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide I'm coming down fast but don't let me break you You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer Yes, she is Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride

Been a long time gone, Long time gone, and it ain't coming back again. Daddy sits on the front porch swinging, Looking out on a vacant field. Used to be filled with burley t'bacca. Now he knows it never will. My brother found work in Indiana, Sister's a

Love ain't for keeping Lay down beside me Layin' on my back In the newly mown grass Rain is coming down But I know the clouds will pass You bring me tea Say "the babe's a-sleepin'" Black ash from the foundry

Been a long time gone, Long time gone, and it ain't coming back again. Daddy sits on the front porch swinging, Looking out on a vacant field. Used to be filled with burley t'bacca. Now he knows it never will. My brother found work in Indiana, Sister's a

You get top floor and when you back you go slower Turn out the lights cause they're coming bright And then you go Hope that smoke ain't getting to you're face Walking like you're sucking velvet snow Going 'cause you're sweating on our floor Then you go

She ain't never coming back! My baby drove up in a brand new Cadillac Baby, baby, won't you hear my plea? Yes, she did She said, "Hey, come here, Daddy" "I ain't never comin' back" C'mon, sugar, just come on back to me She said, "Balls to you, Big Daddy"

Whiskey's gone but I ain't leaving. There's got to be a bottle in the back. Got to get this devil off my back. There's a note on the table. Said I ain't coming back. 'Til your sorry ass is gone. I'm tired of the cheating and running around. I never saw

From the unknown I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know I problem solve with Styrofoam My world revolves around a black hole

(Used to) Work hard, just to get half back Work hard, just to get half back (Now I'm) Gettin' to it that way (Straight up, straight up) I ain't coming through unless the bag straight (I used to) Work hard just to get half back I ain't movin' weight, but

Askin' 'bout these VV's, VV's, drippin' Couple real friends turned enemy Yeah yeah, I ain't comin' back Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold I done made it without sellin' my soul Bad bitch layin' down in a robe Ask me how I made a mil' and didn't fold