I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin' I'll chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lap It's not a place This country is to be a sound of drum and bass America, God bless you if it's good to you America please take my hand Can you help me underst- New

This is the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year Waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost He rides the feed lots, clerks in the markets On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer And his dreams of tomorrow,

Silence has taken over me My words are lost and I'm giving in I never thought that I would end up like this Standing face to face and eye to eye This is the price that you pay This is the sound of the end You've got blood on your hands You've turned away

This is the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year Waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost He rides the feed lots, clerks in the markets On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer And his dreams of tomorrow,

Release your, inhibitions, and answer to the call. Leave behind this shell of flesh and bone. In the end we will answer to the call. The sound of footsteps approaching. A storm of shadows reveal a figure forlorn. Whispering voices that slither into our

Just close your eyes And pretend that everything's fine I'll tell you when We didn't come this far Lift you up again Give you to the trees All sound and visions are What they ask of me Let's run fast through the fields

This is not the end You are not the only one (You are not the only one) Don't you hold your breath Cause I'm not coming down The battlefields have left me only scars I'm floating in the dark I'm swimming in the sound Of voices that should never been apart

I think I found a flower in a field of weeds (Surrender) I never had the nerve to ask (Surrender) every word, every thought, every sound (Surrender) every touch, every smile, every frown (Surrender) all the pain we've endured until now This flower don't