Oh Lord, oh Lord Oh Lord, oh Lord, do You see us down here? Sometimes I look up to the sky When I die, put my ashes in the trash bag I don't care where they go Don't waste your money on my gravestone I'm more concerned about my soul Everybody's gon' die

All she every thinks about is love Find her the clouds up above For all she ever thinks about is love Where does she go, does she go, Where does she go, does she go There once was a girl who lived inside a tree. She liked ginger biscuit with scones and

I've told you once and I've told you twice Wait for that day, when our love will rise To that song that brought our hearts together. Even though you're mistreating me I know the girl that you used to be For me those days were meant to last forever. Time

Carry me to the shoreline Bury me in the sand Walk me across the water And maybe you'll understand Once the stone You're crawling under Is lifted off your shoulders Once the cloud that's raining The noise that you'll hear

How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Just like a rolling stone? A complete unknown Like a complete unknown Once upon a time you dressed so fine You threw the bums a dime in your prime, Didn't you?

And I've got the blues for you As I stand by your flame I get burned once again Feelin' low down, I'm blue As I sit by the fire Of your warm desire I've got the blues for you, yeah Every night you've been away I've sat down and I have prayed

The ashes that fall one more time Mourn the past and all that once shined The stones that gather left forever damned The absence of what was and what one can't understand The undertow that drags as you lose another day The voice that brought you peace

Well, I don't know Well this could be the last time This could be the last time Maybe the last time I don't know, oh no, oh no Well I told you once and I told you twice But ya never listen to my advice You don't try very hard to please me With what you

Growin' up in the gutter Once upon a time in an apartment home Lived a little girl with a heart of stone Cause part of her heart was partly gone Rarely seen and hardly known Treated like a mat on a boxing ring Blood drop stains on the twin box springs

Stone in love Those summer nights are callin' Can't help myself, I'm fallin' Burnin' love comes once in a lifetime Those crazy nights, I do remember in my youth I do recall, those were the best times, most of all In the heat with a blue-jean girl She