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from The Black Crowes, The Black Crowes - Amorica (1994)
Curse the wicked whisper here in this ear
Make my honey Grind that salt before the rains come this year Make it all muddy So now you have called And now you want to ring my neck Oh baby you talk so tight Tell me now who's all wet I could kiss your promiscuous mind My flesh is yours and there is nothing to fear Make us all alone Wind your watch and bless all my prayers Make ready to get home Oh now you get so hard Now you ring my neck Now you wanna talk so tight Tell me who's all wet I could kiss your promiscuous mind I could kiss your promiscuous mind Yes I could I have four lone stars That you have given me Yeah, why don't you give it baby Well, the feeling you're giving baby Tell me, what you give away Give it, give it, give it |
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from The Black Crowes, The Black Crowes - By Your Side (1999)
Horsehead go you bug eyed
Horsehead left the day for night Horsehead ain't no dragonfly Horsehead help you live a lie You can not see the hole in front of you And I will see you down if you want me to You are blessed with just one life All you are is what's inside If you take, then step aside Jesus gave until he died Horsehead feel your soul fall Horsehead gonna take a die Horsehead ain't no good at all Horsehead said you're gonna die |
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from The Southern Harmony And Musical Companion by The Black Crowes, The Black Crowes [ost] (1991)
Oh good heavens
baby where's my medicine I must have left it outside with my etiquette The undertaker's rule of thumb It's hard to talk with a novocain tongue This room smells like hotel illness The scars I hide are now your business I can't seem to make hair nor hide of this No baby love is not a punishment Hypnotize by your rotten behavior This week's fashion is last year's flavor I got a head full of sermons and a mouth full of spiders The politics of the world's greatest liar This room smells like hotel illness The scars I hide are now your business I can't seem to make hair nor hide of this No baby love is not a punishment So tell me baby is it true all those things that they say about you This room smells like hotel illness The scars I hide are now your business I can't seem to make hair nor hide of this No baby love is not a punishment |
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