Bagpipes from Baghdad When will it ever cease, for Pete's sakes he's crazy, to say the least What's going through my mind half the time, when I rhyme, while blowing on my Somebody turn the vacancy sign on, 'cause I'm gone, blowing on my I run the streets

I don't argue like this with anyone but you We do it all the time blowing out my mind Just like a star across my sky Just like an angel off the page You have appeared to my life Feel like I'll never be the same Just like a song in my heart Just like oil

I want to love somebody, love somebody like you Shining down on me and you When you put your arms around me There's a new wind blowing like I've never known I'm breathing deeper than I've even done And it sure feels good to finally feel the way I do And

She didn't care where we were going As long as we were going, wide open We put the gas to the floor Yeah, we hit it wide open Two-lane highway rolling With no one around, slowing us down Radio loud, had the speakers all blowing Feet on the dash with her

There you go My goodbye girl Wrecking my whole world, one more hello Goodbye girl Yeah, I know that color on your lips too well I saw you blowing kisses down the wishing well again When I say I love you, just just say "I know." You put your arms around

To make you feel my love When the rain is blowing in your face And the whole world is on your case I could offer a warm embrace When evening shadows and the stars appear And there is no one there to dry your tears I could hold you for a million years I

I could tell that something wasn't right with you, with you I knew she was trouble from the first kiss (One, two, three, four) I could feel it blowing in the night wind Why don't you come back down so we can turn it around We grow apart just to be on our

Blowing money fast, blowing money fast Fuck being humble, fuck being humble Tell 'em that I'm strapped, I don't wanna rumble Running through the bag, running through the bag When you came from nothing, fuck being humble These niggas don't want it with

I am going, I am going Where streams of whiskey are flowing Any which way the wind may be blowing Last night as I slept I dreamt I met with Behan I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day When questioned on his views On the crux of life's

Blowing every time you move your teeth You're an idiot, babe It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe Someone's got it in for me They're planting stories in the press Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out quick But when they will I can only