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Belly Full Of Bullets
03:19
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You scurry from the house
You're a busy man
Gotta make the dollar
Gotta work that tan
Maybe have some breakfast
You're a southern charmer
Reachin' for your peach
Is she the one the warns you
To shoot from the heart come on let's aim you
Point you to the moon
Up to the ones that made you
I'm stuck inside
I wanna live in the backyard
When I'm stuck inside I wanna
Play in the dirt
I'm stuck inside
I wanna live in the backyard
When I'm stuck inside
Drivin' in my maserati
It's naughty
I gotta Rotti
And a belly full of bullets
And the basics of the ones who made me
Who save me
Every morning from the secrets underground
Where their cookin'
With the magic heathens
I see them
Reach for another lump of
Thumpy magic sugar boy
It's gonna be so sweet and tasty
They make it
For the lovers of explorin' under covers
And how'd I get to be so wasted
I'm face down
Laying here beside that growler that you gave me
Aint it funny how a face can name you
Explain you
Like a blueprint of the livin'
All the givin' that you did
To swing on by and meet me
And greet me here alone
Where we walk among the stars.
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Momma's in the kitchen
And the griddle's hot
There's bacon on the back burner
Coffee in the pot
The sun goes down
The sun comes up
Smoke rings in the air
And the laughs don't stop
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3. |
In The Grove
06:12
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You held my head from fire
And waved my hand in compliance
And stole my shoes
And read your coin
That told you to loose
And burn the last field
In the grove
You turned my share to silence
And fed your heart to enlighten
And stole my gun
And read your coin
That told you to play
With the devil
And his pack of cards
See a field in the fire
Our fathers melody rolls along
It breathes at the gates
Upon the jesters lawn
Maybe its the city
Playing for the masters song
I'll wait for a minute
But I have to carry on
And read my coin
That tells me to choose
Between the devil
And the life I'd loose
I'll wait for a minute
But I have to carry on
I've gone and read my coin
And read it all wrong
Played my hand
And passed when I'm sure to sail along
I saw a chimney dug
For a house of thugs
I'll rest and carry on
And lace my shoes
With the good stuff
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