I'm being serious) Yo, Its the Wild Wild West You came to the right place my man Get Ready, here we go (New Shit!) Welcome my Friends to the old saloon
at least a million tunes But the one most requested by the man she knew as Cowboy Was the late night benediction at the Y'all Come Back Saloon In a
I work in a saloon Pulling shit pints for shit wages, it's a busy night tonight And the bar is full of all the girls I've ever shagged Or tampered with
I know you love me, darling And I love you Every time I touch your face Every time I choose I love the feeling Of loving you I`m tired of touching
Take me Break me Tell me a good one And maybe i`ll cry Go with me Show me And maybe i`ll die Lately i`ve been dancing in ceiling fans Into the
All night long my body burned, the sheets were wet and cold The lights were on, my eyes were gone, and any second lose control The pounding in my window
You don't know me You just know my name You want to see me ruined Is that your game? ???????????????????? There's nothin left at all You want to
Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I drove out to the canyon grind and dust off from the sand I don't ever fuck with the dust devil He's got the power of an upright
I can't believe it, Talking to people, That cowboys and indians, Are taking control It really was a wild one, But somebodys coming A lot of fast
Ten, Ten years, Ten years too young to die Too many times I tried to talk You still don't understand Too many times you tried to say I`m not your
the door I didn't know that I'd find what I was looking for I saw you there from across the room Through the haze and the smoke of that old saloon I tried
(B. Walker, J. Harte, D. Child) I first saw her struttin' down the street, decked in black. She had her hair teased up lookin' sharp as a tack. She
It's hard to draw the line between Beginnings and ends Oh, Mary, Mary, must you go so soon? We must be a sight to see Salon and Saloon I'll look you
Running down to the dead man saloon Drinks are wild in the afternoon Let her cool down so you can sleep tonight Holding dear to the lifeless champagne
beneath the digital Avalanche. When cecilia's grave cracked like a dirt cacoon, she pulled up a stool at the silhouette saloon. The player piano mumbling
Don't want to die in this has been town There's too much sorrow, I fear I'll drown Where happy hours go down the drain Don't want to be no nameless face
Yo I'm being serious) Yo, it's the wild wild west You came to the right place my man Get ready, here we go New Shit! Welcome my friends to the old saloon
(Instrumental)
