Slow down and I walk to the hill Threatened a long time There are signs on the ring Which make me feel so down There's one to enslave all rings To find them all in time And drive them into darkness Forever they'll be bound Three for the Kings

I still drive a pickup, I still wear boots Red, white and blue are the colors I bleed I grew up country, I'm proud of my roots I'm a Johnny Cash junkie and a Buck Owens freak Three cords and some down-home soul Some things never grow old I grew up on

So go but be kind You have luck on your side Born into a family with food in their bellies And a car for them to drive People sleeping on the concrete Still smile behind their signs So go now be happy and be free You have so much time If you go chances

When will this payday be? For these retired slaves Tell us this hour Tell us now! Slavedriver Poison the 666 conception now!! Hey slavedriver! I'm asking you this question again and again and again Work police- you false priest!

Have no reason to doubt it Someday will we know all about it If time has no end and if time has no end A billion years a trillion years what then is infinity A circle an eternal loop It can drive you crazy searching for the truth Before we were babies

I've got a symbol in my driveway I've got a hundred million dollar friends I've got you a brand new weapon Let's see how destructive we can be Got a brand new set of stencils I've been connecting all the dots Got my plans in a zip-lock bag Let's see how

Standing in the rain Milk carton mug-shot baby Missing since 1983 Twenty years of dirty needles So if you see me will you just drive on by Or will I catch the twinkle inside your eye And did you want me? Well I guess I want you Oh pretty baby how could

What is it about them? I must be missing something They just keep doing nothing Too intoxicated to be scared I'm in their second hand smoke Still just drinking canned coke I don't need a xanny to feel better On designated drives home Only one who's not

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys 'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone Even

I'll pick you up at 8 and we can drive around We'll park it, lay down on the hood of my car Listen to the airplanes as we count the stars, tonight I'll be your man Take you to the beach and we can head downtown, while you hold my hand So just take this