Time goes by so fast and days they seem to dance Into the distance 'til they're gone If I had a map to lead you down life's path I'd give it to you but
hold you close Safe and warm against the dark and cold I could keep any promise I make I would show you more than words can say I could reach the moon and the stars
, who farted? all this fashion is making me sick, my son is a star, my daughters a model, drinking expensive bottles of water. incest may make your grandchild a
X thug, now I love more than some Get one, giving hugs when I'm done Give an autograph not because I'm a star But 'cause a lil' bit of nice goes far
hommes, je prie les rois D'tre plus homme, d'tre moins roi I pray the men, I pray the kings To be more of a men, to be less of a king Je prie les yeux
that took the stand and took your hand and tried to help you but once again you had a way(a way) When I still had so much more to say So now I pound
She stumbled like a drunkard yelling Clyde you wait for me But Clyde was going nowhere, just sitting in his truck Staring with a poker face, like he'd
'm still a star I will not compete with you Not the way you want me to We could stand up and fight through the night And we'd both die trying I'd been waiting for a
to box with God Without faith, all of that is illusionary Raise my son, no vindication of manhood necessary [M.D.] Not strong [T.K.] Only aggressive [M.D
box with god Without faith, all of that is illusionary Raise my son, no vindication of manhood necessary [m.d.] not strong [t.k.] only aggressive [m.d
to where it don't hurt no more Ride on, come on Back to how it was before Go ahead and trust your faith There's still a lot of hope It's never too late
D'etre plus homme, d'etre moins roi I pray the men, I pray the kings To be more of a men, to be less of a king Je prie les yeux, les yeux defaits
throat Awakening, pulled from the tomb Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon That She outshone as a fallen star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular
town in a long, long silver car He made a deal, said thin boy would go far Said he'd make this faith healing country boy into a movie star The seventh
to where it don?t hurt no more Ride on, come on Back to how it was before Go ahead and test your faith There?s still a lot of hope, it?s never too late
a home Even in a crowd I felt alone I'd almost given up on life I believe it's all a lie And never thought I'd ever feel again But I've never been loved
fresh, kept his lil toe game up. Now he wanna have this bitch in my Hummer truck? And if I catch him burn this cocksucker shit up. Like A. Basset. Oh! I GETS SO DRASTIC. A
them I bid them all a fond farewell I left my faithful pony grazing In clover by the old corrall. I told my mother not to worry I said that I'd return