have a truer meaning No more regrets, no false dawns? Everything I do I must believe in I don?t know how, how I lost my way A ship to nowhere sailing
when you come Wrong way, right way bad luck what God has been giving me We'll miss you and wait for you when you come Wrong way, right way bad luck you
jump in, the deadpool is now accepting applications For the nameless and faceless The has-beens and the almost famous Fucked in our anus without a reach-around Reach way
the wall hang it all But I want to be sure of one thing That I'm getting into something peaceful I want to fly in on your wing Way, way up here I don
get us countrified Oh, my my, that?s just the way we do it Cut off Levi?s and kickin? country music Miles from nowhere, there ain?t no city limits And
dream Call it lack of reason Or you can call it lack of self-esteem Sometimes when there is no way out It may be wise to take the way inside When you
Well the couple in the corner have been going at it all night long. The man in the back is putting bets out over the phone. And I ain't got nowhere to
'm from another planet am I here too soon to inhabit you Am I taking you for granted 'cause that's not the way I planned it why do I act the way I do
long, hard journey in its end. It's starting to loom right now... The final round, and then it hits you, it kicks you, it splits you in half. All
you're mine and you got me So sweet - oh love I'm in love (x3) My best friend that makes me laugh, The puzzle pieces fits exact to my half I've never felt this way
I fell asleep last night And I dreamed the night and almost half the day away I just got up so that I could hear her say She's still in love and no one
it on the wall, hang it all But I wanna be sure of one thing That I'm getting into something peaceful I want to fly in on your wing Way way up here I
check this out You faggots ain't even on my level I'ma let D-12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots! Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo Whitey
numbers is how I live If we ain't gettin' mathematics somethin' got to give Broke for your fuckin' life with nowhere to live Is no way to live, resort
last nights clothes You're a game old boy judging by the way you walk Well, there's no use telling me to leave I've seen a half a dozen ghosts but I
high, I'll take the low Off through the gorse and brambles Far off the road and far from home I ramble A hornet's nest lies on the track It's half formed
do, don't congratulate yourself too much Or berate yourself either Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's Enjoy your body, use it every way
Lord has made Name him Jesus, He'll light the way" She packed the clothes, he made the plans They had to go to Bethlehem But there was nowhere left