The stowaways of civil war When living through a civil war "God bless our little civil war" Progress rides with thieves and whores I don't know you to wear a hat But I came home late and there it sat You rose to show what hats are for Christmas mornings

'Cause I'm gon' get you good, there ain't nothin' wrong with a little play Since I'm always here, I'm only gone for a minute, gone for a minute Whenever I push to start you, I don't want you to finish, just keep ridin' 'Cause I'm gon' get you good, get

I’m torn to pieces, I’m broken down I still see your face when you’re not around I sit here in misery wondering if I’ll ever be Half the man you wanted me to be Even though I know you’re not gonna come back I can’t wash it away It’s tearing me to pieces

I've come to expect it from you But that's what I get How could you do what you've gone and done to me I wouldn't treat a dog the way you treated me Nervous wreck I can't believe you said goodbye Sit and smoke Cry and joke

Guess I'll always have to be Living in a fantasy From now on That's the way it's got to be It's you for you, and me for me Monday has come around again I'm in the same old place With the same old faces always watching me Who knows how long I'll have to

Breathe in deep And cleanse away our sins And we'll pray that there's no God To punish us and make a fuss You're so happy now Burning the candle at both ends Your self loving soothes And softens the blows you've invented Cracks healing up

I like the way you give it to me, let me see you toss it up Play on, play on, play on, play on, play on! The money behind the dreams My right hand, my other Capo in this big motherf***in' war we got My other Capo in this big a**, conglomerate called

She just wanna be free Just let her be Why can't you see? She just wanna be cool I'll take a ride on the breeze And doing what she do And I know, I know I know I know Bad feed swaying to a laid back beat She looks good in the morning sun

Feelin' blue, blue, blue, blue, blue. Hey, look over yonder out in the rain, Soakin' wet fever in my brain. Now, I ain't certain which way to go, But I got to move, sure. I'm feelin' blue. I'm feelin' blue. Hey, look over yonder behind the wall,

Hey baby, you ain't treating me right You go off everyday and don't come home til night That ain't the way to do it That ain't the way to get along Well i'm pickin' you up and takin' you to my house Now you're up and you're treating me like a mouse Well