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Lost in my world
Lost in this funny world
Living with people
People that is hard to know
I said, woah woah woah, lost in my world
woah woah woah, lost in my world
Lost in my world
Hiding from people
Knowing their truth
Having a soul without love
I said, woah woah woah, lost in my world
One more time, I said, woah woah woah, lost in my world
Ahhh
Lost in my world
Always the same world
Waiting for help
Waiting but it doesn't come
I said, woah woah woah, lost in my world
woah woah woah, lost in my world ah
Ahh
Lost in my world
Made me be stronger
All of the time is the same
Living their evil ways
I said, woah woah woah, lost in my world
One more time, I said, woah woah woah, lost in my world
Yeyeah
Lost in my world
no-no
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Lostinmahworld
There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh,
The more I get of you,
The stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the gray.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the gray,
I've been kissed by a rose on the gray,
I've been kissed by a rose
I've been kissed by a rose on the gray,
...And if I should fall along the way
I've been kissed by a rose
...been kissed by a rose on the gray.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain.
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the gray.
Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray
Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the gray
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the gray.
Well I jumped into the river
Too many times to make it home
I'm out here on my own, an drifting all alone
If it doesn't show give it time
To read between the lines
'Cause I see the storm getting closer
And the waves they get so high
Seems everything We've ever known's here
Why must it drift away and die
I bought me an illusion
An I put it on the wall
I let it fill my head with dreams
And I had to have them all
But oh the taste is never so sweet
As what you'd believe it is-
Well I guess it never is
It's these prejudiced illusions
That pump the blood
To the heart of the biz
****
You can use you illusion-
Let it take you where it may
We live and learn
And then sometimes it's best to walk away
Me I'm just here hangin' on
It's my only place to stay at least
For now anyway
I've worked too hard for my illusions
Just to throw them all away
I have not come, yeah
To testifyAbout our bad, bad misfortune
And I ain't here a wond'rin' why
But I'll live on and I'll be strong'
Cause it just ain't my cross to bear
CHORUS:
I can still hear the soft Southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're gonna be
So what do you do with good ole boys like me
Nothing makes a sound in the night like the wind does
But you ain't afraid if you're washed in the blood like I was
The smell of cape jasmine thru the window screen
John R. and the Wolfman kept me company
By the light of the radio by my bed
With Thomas Wolfe whispering in my head
CHORUS:
I can still hear the soft Southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're gonna be
So what do you do with good ole boys like me
Ay playboy
Pop em with a pistol and get executed
Ay mama
Murder em with missiles and you get saluted
Go head and
Gank em for a grand
It's DNA computed
But bankers bathe in the Bahamas
Off of billions looted
****
Well I
Wrote this for criminals
But they the ones who wrote the laws
They ain't on TV getting arrested a;; up in their draws
They stick their hands up politicians
Make em move their jaws
And they be starving folks for bread
Until their breath pause
Ay take a memo Moneypenny
Say the deed is done
And you can bcc DC
And say our leaders won
But first we fax the photograph of the
Opponent's son
Adjust the image
Cuz it's hard to see the gag and gun
****
Well I
Wrote this for gangsters
While I sprinted through your backyard
Not for them Coppola criminals
They just act hard
Tony Montana had a stylist and a SAG
Card
When he reloaded slaves forgot they had
Back scars
Ay
M-M-Mister DeNiro what kind of gun is
That?
Can you look more like a menace?
Take two
Now run it back
Ay s-s-so what Scorsese
Got all them money stacks
Long as his lens never looks at the real maniacs
Sticks and stones will break my bones, but I always will be true,
and when your mama is dead and gone, I'll sing this lullabye just for you,
and what becomes of all the little boys, who never comb their hair,
well they're lined up all around the block, on the nickel over there.
So you better bring a bucket, there is a hole in the pail,
and if you don't get my letter, then you'll know that I'm in jail,
and what becomes of all the little boys, who never say their prayers,
well they're sleepin' like a baby, on the nickel over there.
And if you chew tobacco, and wish upon a star,
well you'll find out where the scarecrows sit, just like punchlines between the cars,
and I know a place where a royal flush, can never beat a pair,
and even thomas jefferson, is on the nickel over there.
So ring around the rosie, you're sleepin' in the rain,
and you're always late for supper, and man you let me down again,
I thought I heard a mockingbird, roosevelt knows where,
you can skip the light, with grady tuck, on the nickel over there.
So what becomes of all the little boys, who run away from home,
well the world just keeps gettin' bigger, once you get out on your own,
so here's to all the little boys, the sandman takes you where,
you'll be sleepin' with a pillowman, on the nickel over there.
So let's climb up through that button hole, and we'll fall right up the stairs,
and I'll show you where the short dogs grow, on the nickel over there.