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I remember it was back in the thirties I think
we had nothin' to eat but there was plenty to drink
Mom got the groceries on commodities will
but pop'd trade them off and get sugar for the still
so he could drink that mash
and talk that trash

Now things were pretty bad but they could've been worse
instead of eating gravy it could've been dirt
Pop'd go and lean on a shovel all day
more sugar money from the WPA
and he'd spend it on mash
so he could talk that trash

Now down in the valley lived old Maggie Hill
she was just about a mile from pops moonshine still
When mom and I would find ourselves alone
We knew pop had found old Maggie home
and they were drinking that mash
and talking that trash

Now mom knew what was goin' on I know
but she wasn't about to let it show
I knew she wasn't goin' after pop today
cause tomorrow he gets some money from the WPA
but he would spend it on mash
so he could talk that trash

But Friday night mom took the shotgun down
Heard a noise from the valley and looked all around
It won't be long till that noise would stop
that sawed-off for me cried out a pop
'cause he was drinking that mash
and talking that trash

they said pop didn't have the chance of a mouse
cause that sawed-off tore away half of the house
and the judge told mom "it's funny to me
they'd bring you into court with such a plea"
'cause he was drinking that mash
and talking that trash

Now if I know pop and where he's at
he's still totin' sugar and a getting fat
he just looks over and says "let her burn,
while me and old Satan bend another worm."
so we can drink that mash
and talk that trash
so we can drink that mash
and talk that trash
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You can't quit until you try
You can't live until you die
You can't learn to tell the truth
Until you learn to lie
You can't breathe until you choke
You gotta laugh when you're the joke
There's nothing like a funeral to make you feel alive
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You're probably thinking that you're going to change me
In some ways well maybe you might
Scrub me down, dress me up but remember no matter what
I'm still a guy

When you say a backrub means only a backrub
Then you swat my hand when I try
Well, what can I say at the end of the day
Honey, I'm still a guy

These days there's dudes getting facials
Manicured, waxed and botoxed
With deep spray-on tans and creamy lotiony hands
You can't grip a tacklebox

With all of these men lining up to get neutered
Getting out of being feminized
I don't highlight my hair
I've still got a pair
Yeah honey, I'm still a guy

Oh my eyebrows ain't plucked
There's a gun in my truck
Oh thank God, I'm still a guy
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Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but youre older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
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and I am not frightened of dying, any time will do, i
Dont mind. why should I be frightened of dying?
Theres no reason for it, youve gotta go sometime.
i never said I was frightened of dying.
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The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path

The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
Ill see you on the dark side of the moon

The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me till Im sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
Theres someone in my head but its not me.

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band youre in starts playing different tunes
Ill see you on the dark side of the moon
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All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy,
Beg, borrow or steal.
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say.
All that you eat
And everyone you meet
All that you slight
And everyone you fight.
All that is now
All that is gone
All thats to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
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Someone's been listening to some Floyd...
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When I first came to this island
that I called by my own name
I was happy in this fortress,
in my exile I remained
But the hours grew so empty
and the ocean sent her waves
In the figure of a woman
and she pulled me out to sea

When you come down to take me home
send my soul away
When you come round you'll make me whole
send my soul away

On the altar of a sunrise
was a wedding in the waves
And inside her shone a young light
from her labor I was saved
Though I've traveled long in darkness
in her harvest I'm embraced

When you come down to take me home
send my soul away
When you come round you'll make me whole
send my soul away

Now the spires and the gables
grow in orchards to the sky
And the blessings on my table
multiply and divide

When you come down to take me home
send my soul away
Yeah when you come round you'll make me whole
send my soul away
Yeah when you come down to take me home
when you come round you'll make me whole
Yeah when you come down to take me home
Send my soul away
send my soul away
Send my soul away
send my soul away
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As accused of recently...

The big boss man likes to crack that whip
I ain't nothing but a number on his timecard slip,
I give him 40 hours and a piece of my soul,
Puts me somewhere at the bottom of his totem pole,
I don't even think he knows my name...

Well all week long I'm a real nobody,
I just punched out and its paycheck Friday,
The weekend is here, good God almighty,
I'm going to get drunk and be somebody

We're just average people, in an everyday bar,
driving from work in our ordinary cars,
I like to come here with the regular Joes,
drink all you want, be the star of the star of the show
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Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you

no man would ask for
Under pressure that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming let me out
Pray tomorrow - gets me higher
Pressure on people - people on streets
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
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You have to learn to pace yourself
You're just like everybody else
You've only had to run so far
But you will come to a place
Where the only thing you feel
Are loaded guns in your face
And you'll have to deal with
Pressure
You used to call me paranoid
But even you cannot avoid
You turned the tap dance into your crusade
Now here you are with your faith
And your Peter Pan advice
You have no scars on your face
And you cannot handle
Pressure
All grown up and no place to go
Psych 1, Psych 2
What do you know?
All your life is channel 13
Sesame Street
What does it mean?
I'll tell you what it means
Pressure, Pressure
Don't ask for help
You're all alone
You'll have to answer
To your own
I'm sure you'll have some cosmic rationale
But here you are in the ninth
Two men out and three men on
Nowhere to look but inside
Where we all respond to
Pressure
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Children are innocent
A teenager's ****ed up in the head
Adults are even more ****ed up
And elderlies are like children
Will there be another race
To come along and take over for us?
Maybe martians could do
Better than we've done'
We'll make great pets!
My friend says we're like the dinosaurs
Only we are doing ourselves in
Much faster than they
Ever did
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Lady Liberty, come down and bleed for me
I want nothing to do with your crazy world

Broken promises, so full of nonsense
Are blanketed by the time
I was all abandoned and alone
From the conscious to the outside to shout it sandanista

Lady Liberty, come down and bleed on me
You want me to believe that the streets are paved in gold

Some tenderness, then the cold hits
And then I come to find that the streets aren't paved at all
From the conscious to the outside to shout it sandanista
From the conscious to the outside to shout it sandanista
From the Kremlin to Afghanistan to our forgotten homes
The orphans in confusion, to discharged refugees
In the fields of poison ivy, through the famine and disease
You bled my loyalty

Lady Liberty, come down and bleed for me
You want me to believe that the streets are paved in gold

Oh, you're telling me, not to worry About the short-comes of lies
And the high cost of living
From the conscious to the outside to shout it sandanista
From the conscious to the outside to shout it sandanista
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Many's the day I took for granted
Breathing the air that sinlenced some
As the North Wind blew
With its head of thunder
Beating its breast with a war drenched song
Bathe awhile, awash in slumber
Cry what's left to sleep
Where you dream of the love you left forever
But pity no more nor grieve

For we're the kings of it all
For the day we were born
Now we're the kings of the Kilburn High
Sure we'll always take a drop and we'll never leave a sup
Your empty glass is but a tear filled eye
We were the kings of the Kilburn High

Listen to the sound of dead men dying
March as they flee but exiled bound
Their ship once sailed no longer anchors
For gone is the green
And their hallowed gound

Toast to tears of times past glories
This ageless clock chime stalls
Where to kiss the lips of that love forgotten
To fly where no others have soared

For we're the kings of it all
For the day we were born
Now we're the kings of the Kilburn High
Sure we'll always take a drop and we'll never leave a sup
Your empty glass is but a tear filled eye
We were the kings of the Kilburn High

Toast to tears of times past glories
This ageless clock chime stalls
Where to kiss the lips of that love forgotten
To fly where no others have soared

For we're the kings of it all
For the day we were born
Now we're the kings of the Kilburn High
Sure we'll always take a drop and we'll never leave a sup
Your empty glass is but a tear filled eye
We were the kings of the Kilburn Hi
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I've been a stand-in, a stunt man
I've taken some falls
Troubles... I've had my share
But one has to learn how to run before walkin
Around breathing that million-air

Take it from me cuz I found
If you leave it then somebody else is bound
To find that treasure, that moment of pleasure
When yours, it could have been

Some people never find it
Some... only pretend, but me:
I just want to live happily ever after every now and then
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When you find out things about yourself
That you hadn't ought to know
When your grandma calls and books you
on the Jerry Springer Show
And you find out you and your wife of 10 years
Just might be related
Brother, life's not over
It's just simply complicated.

There's other situations that might challenge you I guess
When your daughter tries out for the football team
And your son tries on her dress.
And you start to think that the devil's in charge
Of how you're situated.
Life is still worth living
It's just simply complicated

Life is complicated with its if's and and's and but's
It's alright to be crazy, just don't let it drive you nuts.

My daughter wants to go on dates
I think I'll let her go.
But she better not be moving at the moving picture show.
Or stop by all those conchy tonks and get inebriated
Ain't it all a caution, it's just simply complicated.

Now I'm having a big problem with my present day career
My ship, she has a rudder, but I don't know where to steer.
Am I country, pop, or rock 'n roll
I know they are related
I'll just let you be the judge
It's simply complicated

Life is complicated with its if's and and's and but's
It's alright to be crazy, just don't let it drive you nuts.
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And it feels right this time
On his crash course with the big time
Pay no mind to the distant thunder
New day fills his head with wonder, boy

Says it feels right this time
Turned it 'round and found the right line
“Good day to be alive, sir
Good day to be alive,” he says

Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Was just a freight train coming your way
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Was just a freight train coming your way

Don't it feel right like this?
All the pieces fall to his wish
“Sucker for that quick reward, boy
Sucker for that quick reward,” they say

Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Was just a freight train coming your way
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Was just a freight train coming your way
It's coming your way
It's coming your way
Here it comes

Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Was just a freight train coming your way

Then it comes to be, yeah
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And it feels right this time
On his crash course with the big time
Pay no mind to the distant thunder
New day fills his head with wonder, boy

Says it feels right this time
Turned it 'round and found the right line
“Good day to be alive, sir
Good day to be alive,” he says

Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Was just a freight train coming your way
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Was just a freight train coming your way

Don't it feel right like this?
All the pieces fall to his wish
“Sucker for that quick reward, boy
Sucker for that quick reward,” they say

Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Was just a freight train coming your way
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Was just a freight train coming your way
It's coming your way
It's coming your way
Here it comes

Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Was just a freight train coming your way

Then it comes to be, yeah
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I'm having trouble trying to sleep
I'm counting sheep but running out
As time ticks by
And still I try
No rest for crosstops in my mind
My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed
Dried up and bulging out my skull
My mouth is dry
My face is numb
****ed up and spun out in my room
My mind is set on overdrive
The clock is laughing in my face
A crooked spine
My sense dulled
Passed the point of delerium
On my own... here we go
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your feet are going to be on the ground; your head is there to move you around;
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Stand in the place where you are.
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I'm a human being, being happy and sane
All the human beings, we all need to quit being in humane.
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I'm not the one who's so far away, when i feel the snake bite enter my vein
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a spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down, the medicine go down...LOL
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You know I like my chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I was raised up beneath the shade of a Georgia pine
And that`s home you know
Sweet tea pecan pie and homemade wine
Where the peaches grow
And my house it`s not much to talk about
But it`s filled with love that`s grown in southern ground
And a little bit of chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I`ve seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman`s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother`s love
Well its funny how it`s the little things in life that mean the most
Not where you live or the car you drive or the price tag on your clothes
There`s no dollar sign on a piece of mind this I`ve come to know
So if you agree have a drink with me
Raise you glasses for a toast
To a little bit of chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I`ve seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman`s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother`s love
I thank god for my life
And for the stars and stripes
May freedom forever fly, let it ring.
Salute the ones who died
The ones that give their lives so we don`t have to sacrifice
All the things we love
Like our chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I`ve seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman`s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother`s love
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