Drinking and listening to:
 

Well it's been ten years and a thousand tears
and look at the mess I'm in
A broken nose and a broken heart, an empty bottle of gin
Well I sit and I pray in my broken down Chevrolet
While I'm singing to myself there's got to be another way
Take away, take away, take away this ball and chain
I'm lonely and I'm tired and I can't take any more pain
Take away, take away, never to return again
Take away, take away, take away this ball and chain
Well I've searched and I've searched to find the perfect life
A brand new car and a brand new suit
I even got me a little wife
But wherever I have gone I was sure to find myself there
You can run all your life but not go anywhere
Well I'll pass the bar on the way to my dingy hotel room
I spent all money been drinking since half past noon
I'll wake there in the morning or maybe in the county jail
Times are hard getting harder...
I'm born to lose and destined to fail...

"plotting revenge on one of these bitch ass niggaz out chea." - Mystikal.

"What if there is no God in heaven,
what if there´s no God at all?"

"We drink the vomit of priests and make love to the dying whore..."

"The road of life is rocky
And you may stumble too
So while you point your fingers
Someone else is judgin' you"

"you cant be what you were.
so ya better start being.
just what you are."

I thought you could take me away for a minute
But now i know it was just that way for a minute
I told no lies, no alibis
Our little love was real for a minute

Good thing i could only stay for a minute
I´ve never felt that way, even for a minute
I told no lies, no alibis
Our little love was real for a minute

For a minute, i believed in you
There was nothing i wouldn´t do
For a minute with you, i gave up everything i had

Now it´s over and i feel relief for a minute
I critize trouble and i end up being the one who´s in it
My shame grows strong, i know i´ve done wrong
But our little love was real for a minute...

I'm an outlaw (I'm an outlaw)
Quick on the draw (Quick on the draw)
Somethin' you've never seen before (Never Seen)
And I dare a mother fucker to come in my face
I got somethin' chrome (I got somethin' Chrome)
And I got it from home (I got it from home)
And it ain't a microphone (Ain't it a mic!)
And I dare a mother fucker to come in my face
It's so real
How I Feel
'Cause this society
That makes a nigga wanna kill
I'm just straight ill
Ridin' my motorcycle down the streets
While politicians is soundin' like strippers to me
They keep sayin' but I don't wanna hear it...

This is the theme to a better Armageddon
Nightchords rake the heavens
Pandaemonaeon

And what use are prayers to that ´god´?
As devils bay concenus for the space to piss
On your smouldering faith
And the the mouldering face
Of this world long a paradise lost

This is the end of everything
Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring

Dance macabre ´neath the tilt of the zodiac
Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate
What sick activities will be freed when those lights burn black?
The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back...

I see the serpentine in your eyes
The nature of the beast as revelations arrive

Our screams shall trail to Angels
For those damned in flames repay
All sinners lose their lot on Judgement Day
We should have cut our losses as at Calvary
But our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief
Salvation, like a promised nation
Gleamed a claim away...

This is the end of everything you have ever known

We wish you a merry chrismas
We wish you a merry chrismas
and a happy new year
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Truckin' got my chips cashed in. Keep truckin', like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin' on.

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street.
Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street.
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings.

Dallas, got a soft machine; Houston, too close to New Orleans;
New York's got the ways and means; but just won't let you be, oh no.

Most of the cast that you meet on the streets speak of true love,
Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home.
One of these days they know they better get goin'
Out of the door and down on the streets all alone.

Truckin', like the do-dah man. Once told me "You've got to play your hand"
Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down,

Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurres to me What a long, strange trip it's been.