she’s upset because they keep changing the taste of coke(they did it again)
Tell my mother I’m going home, I have been destroyed by hippie powers
Do you want me to tell it like boy meets girl and the rest is history? Or do you want it like a murder mystery?
I’m gonna tell it like a comeback story.
‘Cause we when we left we were defeated and depressed.
And when we arrived we were ripping high. we had a gun in the glove box.
We had some sweet stuff tucked into our socks.
We had Jesus Christ in all his glory!
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autor: DonTravolta, 11/02/2022
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They laughed at me in New York City
Called me a fool in L.A
I doubt that Nashville saw me coming
Besides the bar folks working late
There’s still life to be lived in hell
A couple times last week
I tried hard to speak
A couple times a week
I might know how to speak
A safe haven for committing a crime…
Revolution come and gone
Behind your eyes, cut out the tongue
Transcend their lies, they try to hold back the dawn of revolution come and gone!
