Hear you sold your friend, Got a good price at the local store. You know he could've turned you in, Could have been you on the concrete floor. Jefferson
My father was a haystack man, always said son go find what you can. Said the guns get jammed up in the sand, don't let them try to fool you. I said
cleaner coming home from the union hall, He saw the fall. A it's ok. JP Sousa found a radio, a radio. Sousa found a place to go, A radio in his head
Dear Mr. Omar Bay, Heard news that you left today. You still countin' all them taxicabs, takin' you back to the time you have left? Do you well remember
Did you get the invitation? The swan song of a nation, Everyone's waiting for you inside. We got soda pop and hickory stills. Quinn the Eskimo in espadrilles
Another unidentified youth, Mistaken for something he'd never done. Come all the unfortunates, Come on with your ghetto youth. There's talk on the police radio
On a brig loaded with timber headed for the north Maine coast, They took on some rough seas. The captain and his slave fought back the heavy waves, But
In the park there's a wicker made plane that crashed down just the other day. The pilot had lost his way, got disoriented and crash landed in the
Downwind there is a comin', A rumble in the sand. Sets our feet to running, For the fear of the faceless man. For the fear of the faceless man. But
Woke him up with a barrel to his head His eyes shut tight, bracing for the blow Resigning his life to the metal held in another man's hand Twenty days
Well, indeed you lost your friend On the south side of where you live Heard the call and had to leave Boarded up windows and burned out brick Oh please
And there's a quiet in the cellar And if they find us It'll be all she wrote And by the time the ground had thawed The summer She had barely spoke
I did not know but But someone died in my sleep last night I tried to reach the phone But in the darkness, I knocked over the light And can you speak
The women in the valley forged her Them go day to day Don't let them raid me home and My home and place These men they don't see beyond So they war and
Why sue me? Why sue me? Why? Why sue me? Why sue me? Why? Why sue me? Why sue me? Why? Why sue me? Why sue me? Why? Why sue me? Why sue me? Why? Why
Heard of a land held by a troubled hand Where the whiskey runs the coal Don't you dare go ask the newsman 'Cause he'll tell you everything he don't know
Rushian, always Rushian Yeah, yeah Rushian, always Rushian Yeah, yeah Anatole, do you have to keep on telling me That this time will pass you and we
When the waitress is sliding down the wall You can see her chest rise and fall Her mascara runnin' thin And the pay phone is swinging against the wall