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We're sitting here in this cell
You know it's like a living hell Was what you did really a crime? The judge says you have to serve time It's the law, you're in jail It's the law that sets your bail Don't bother to try and fight It's only a few more nights The deputy had a bad night He couldn't get it up for his wife So he's gonna be pissed on the job and He's gonna bum out your life |
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A wish or a longing for, an obsession much too strong
Gratification of desire, an object requested for A sesual feeling, an extension of time Is it good or bad? Does your conscience bother you Does it make you sad or glad? |
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I don't want you to be high
I don't want you to be down Don't want to tell you no lies Just want to do me a round Please come right up to my yacht You will be able to hear what I say Don't want you out in my world Just you be my backstreet girl Hey! Please don't be part of my life Please keep yourself to yourself Please don't you bother my wife That way you won't catch no hell Don't try to ride on my horse You're not the kind to ride a horse anyway Don't want you out in my world Just you be my backstreet girl Hey! Please don't you call me at home Please don't come knockin' at night Please never ring on the phone Your manners are never quite right Please take these favors I grant Courtesy and luck and nochalant just ain't your way |
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Well, I'm goin' to a place
Where the tough guys go And come out even tougher A place where a man don't show his feelings A place where a man don't cry They say I'm being punished And they say I can be reformed But some day I'll return Did they really think that This time it would work? You know all along it wouldn't Oh, I'm prison bound I did a crime One too many times It's on the outskirts of town By the railroad tracks Where the country moon shines Oh, I'm prison bound Tell my girl I'll be back one day Oh, I'm prison bound I may never know any other way (Any other way) Well, they take away my freedom Of expression or action Johnny says I'll walk the line With three hots and a cot And a lot of talk With lock up Concrete and steel Well it's cold and it's clammy Man, it's colder than a pimp's heart But I gotta do my time There's a lesson to be learned here But what a price to pay You know, I may never learn Oh, I'm prison bound I did a crime One two many times It's on the outskirts of town By the railroad tracks Where the country moon shines Oh, I'm prison bound Tell my girl I'll be back one day Oh, I'm prison bound I may never know any other way (Any other way) |
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Well I walked
Man I walked Through some pain today Well I guess today was my turn to hurt Well, why not You know I'm not any different And no pain means no gain I've heard them say Well I used to think that life Was so ugly Live fast, die young Leave a pretty corpse But now I see things so much different And life seems sometimes pretty to me |
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The sound of a neighor's barking dog
The high prices of gigs today I ordered a meal not an insult I have nothing else to say Something's gone wrong with my bike again Can they play that song just one more fucking time? That girl's attitude is hurting my head Where am I supposed to draw the line? Someone scratched my favorite Stones LP My boss says that I'm a little slow These people, places and things just aren't going my way Situations that I can't control I got in a fight at the liquor store My neighbors are making too much noise My girlfriend's not acting the way she's supposed to be With a little time it'll all work out fine |
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I wanted a vintage Harley
I wanted a house with a yard I wanted a pocket full of money and A wardrobe of clothes with style My style- Because I want what I want And I want it now You mean this great big world Doesn't revolve around me? I wanted a '55 Cadillac Sittin' low, chromed and shiny black But then somebody told me The best things in life aren't things |
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A question of morals, black market love
Street survivors for another cause Family traditions of another kind- Challenging politics with payoffs twice a month Too much is not enough and enough is just too much Not afraid of one man, not afraid of ten Like a pirate in the city, he's a lover man too Whatever it is that he wants from you Just remember he always gets what he wants- With a gun in one hand, a drink in the other Deep inside he knows his days are numbered In his world he led an important life |
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Hey!
Picked up by the police, only seventeen What did he do, what did he say? His father left him as a little boy His mother turned tricks just to buy his toys Seventy-two hour evaluation Immediate psychiatric help But Johnny wasn't crazy He was just an angry boy Hey! Years later nothing much has changed Liquor, drugs, and gangs have made him a man Living in the streets in a world of his own He stops and watches his heart turn to stone He's an important person now He's running with a wayward crowd But Johnny wasn't crazy He was just a lonely boy Hey! The pain got too great, an eventual suicide Fear and anger were trapped deep inside If only Johnny could have opened up his heart Then me and Johnny would've never had to part He's tired of running the vicious circle He loaded and cocked his .45 But Johnny wasn't crazy He was just a frightened boy Oh, how many Johnnys must there be? Oh, Johnny, how I wish you were here Oh, how many Johnnys must there be? Oh, Johnny, how I wish you were here Oh, Johnny, how I wish Oh, how I wish you were here |
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