well For the white horse of heroin will ride you to Hell, to Hell Will ride you to Hell until you are dead Dead, brother, dead This is a revolution
Got a pot belly It's not too big Gets in my way When I'm driving my rig Driving this country In a big old rig Things I've seen Mean a lot Friend has
none but Jack the sailor, her true love ever be Oh, her true love ever be Jackie's gone a sailing with trouble on his mind He's left his native country
he is dead pretty peggy-o, sweet william he is dead pretty peggy-o, Sweet william he is dead and he died for a maid And he's buried in the louisiana country
'? Laying it down with grace and power Long about the midnight hour I heard the people all singing Like they'd never sung before All over the country
Who robbed the cradle? Who robbed the grave? Who's the one that asked to be saved? No, no answer came I moved to the country that cried of shame I left
it back like Hammer's home The hurricane come and took my Louisiana home And all I got in return was a darn country song This whole country wrong What
Open up his eyes to the set backs and rise 'Cause, everybody wants a shot, in this land of opportunity Look at what this country's got, there shouldn
gone country, look at them boots He's gone country, oh, back to his roots He's gone country He's gone country Everybody's gone country Yeah we've gone country
other song and y'all don't leave it alone I save then baby, come on Murderous, somebody noticed when I strike through the killing fields, dead T-Rock
that new bitch witch do that, whadd up baby(whadd up baby) ill fuck you and ill smurf ya head(Haha) D-Block, G-unit is dead [Chorus] [Sheek Louch-Verse
little boy soldiers Reconnaissance duty up at 5:30 Shoot, shoot, shoot and kill the natives You're one of us and we love you for that Think of honor, Queen and country
fell off There's still some oil by the old elm tree And a dead squirrel that I hit But if I hadn't left, I would have struck you dead So I took a ride
time for backslapping This is no time for marching bands This is no time for optimism This is no time for endless thought This is no time for my country
Just gimmie the dice Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Wakey wakey rise and shine Put down your souvenirs I think it?s time We?ve been dead behind the eyes Switching stations as our country
I was walking through the country And passing through lovely scenery When I came upon some rotting remains And though the carcass was wormy Well, after
And the men they toil Yet not for their own And the children are hungry And the wheel groans There before a grass hut A young boy stood His mother lay dead
cuz they know we toat heat I just wanna wrap a C, blow a dro in a flee Only playin' 'bout a dozen different bitches in a week I just wanna chill with country