Shit is too too crazy...listen god bad luck like I ran and fucked a voo-doo lady/ Every other week I'm in handcuffs..stack somethin, loose somethin,
more money then To make a mess of everything around us Now the money comes and goes, a bit faster Than my confidence grows, everybody knows There ain't nothing new about money
Living to get his freak on Sporting his leopard skin thong Charlie the methadone man plays Sunday nights in a Rock and Roll band Charlie the methadone
Try to stop the world spinning 'round My phone bill will tell you she lives out of town It's been a long, long time but still I dream Of warm sunny days
I've been thinking about the good old days Decorated in a candy glaze Each pretty ink blot panel tells a different tale Each photo on the mantle Sweet
There's trouble on the subway, there's something on the track There's a dead-end waiting and we can't go back So take it to the highway, head back and
Ain't as easy as it looks To grow flowers in the dirt All of my friends are living underground Put away your wedding ring Out on highway 63 Let all your
I got a warm fuzzy feeling when I saw you on TV You were wearing a piece of me And it breaks my heart to look around and see the unimpressed Who can't
Where did you leave your baby? Bleeding in her bed Her ghost has come to stay Oh, you can try, you can't chase her away In the bar we sit like blackbirds
you need it You better believe it We still gettin form my first song My money long (money-my money long) My money long (money-my money long) My money long (money-my money
up the suicide doors, So you can see my teddy bell (?) shoes, Headline news, Teddy Pain is in the fucking building, And now i done got my money right,
It?s just another day I was in the club You were standing an your eyes were empty That was? the first time you came into my heart Then we spent the night
Somethings changing inside of me I need to write down before i Forget you never told me, your alone Fiery and anger breaks me down Im so stuck and i
Oooohh, another day comes My past breaks into my memory and it's coming again With this smells it wakes me up so slow. Another day comes. The same folder
I'd have no luck at all Keep your eye on the money Keep your eye on the dealer's hand Keep your eve on the money Keep your eye on the lady's hand Queen
luck, I'd have no luck at all Keep your eye on the money Keep your eye on the dealer's hand Keep your eve on the money Keep your eye on the lady's hand
very little because It's better than it was I get to remembering We had a lot more money then To make a mess of everything around us Now the money
Living to get his freak on Sporting his leopard skin thong Charlie the Methadone Man Plays Sunday nights in a rock and roll band Charlie the metronome
