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it’s not the fight that meets your sword?
What the hell you waiting for?
Wage the battle lose the war
What the hell you fighting for?
Dive it in deep, twist the knife
Rub the salt, take a life
All a wash , on judgment day
Rich man taketh, Poor man left to pay
Fog is deep and smoky, darkness closing in
Lambs off to the slaughter, losers never win
Choose to live, fight to die
Sell your soul for an alibi
All a wash on elections eve
Time to go, will u leave
Closed eyes don’t, see anything at all
Rally round dictators, watch them all fall
All just a charade, this battle cry
Solitary voice, hung out to dry
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Grace hit the wall at 110, and the confetti stars came down
the angel on her shoulder ain’t got shit on devil’s folder full of
stains on Grace’s crown
she got high
she got by, she should’ve known when the saints all testify
she won’t cry
she knows why the devil’s corner’s only lives to satisfy
and I can’t wait to leave this place
neon lights across your face
all these extras with their drinks
they’re calling “cut” but you don’t blink
and all the words I need to say
getting lost in the noise
Grace opens eyes, trying to take it all in
in a world of pain and white
she’s drifting back to something safer
scents of stale communion wafers
but she’s lost all appetite
don’t go far
my north star, without your shadows there’s no
rays reflect my light
where’s your car?
take me home I couldn’t stand another cross
this reckless night
and I can’t wait to leave this place
neon lights across your face
all these extras with their drinks
they’re calling “cut” but you don’t blink
and all the words I need to say
getting lost in the noise
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Joshua West - Probation
01:02
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PROBATION....
PROBATION....
PROBATION....
PROBATION....
PROBATION....
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Hey.... life
So you missed every traffic light
And you were already late
Curse your luck and curse the fates
Can’t do any thing but wait
And you’re stuck in your car
Along with everyone else
Just like everyone else you find your mind wishing you were someone besides yourself
Gotta play the cards that you’re dealt
Can’t be anyone else
I know that’s right
Hey.... Life
Whoever tried to paint this world
can’t paint a straight line
And the winds are changing
the picture all the time
I wash my hands the best I can
Try to begin anew
Wake up every morning go to sleep every night
Try to do the things I’m sposed to do
Gotta play the cards that you’re dealt
Can’t be anyone else
I know that’s right
Hey.... Life
I’d like to be a hammer
Try not to be a nail
I feel my soul wearing thin
I need some wind in my sail
I know I could just give up
Let the current sweep me away
Say I’ve have enough of the push
And I’ve got nothing more to say
Gotta play the cards that you’re dealt
Can’t be anyone else
I know that’s right
Hey.... Life
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CROCODILE
LATE AT NIGHT I GO WILD
MY FRIENDS SAY I TURN TO A CROCODILE
IF I’M NOT HEADING STRAIGHT TO HELL
I’LL BE SPENDING THE NIGHT IN THE COUNTY JAIL
CROCODILE
LOOK AT ME I’M A FALLIN DOWN
ON MAIN STREET IN THE CENTER OF TOWN
STANDING UP’S GETTING KIND OF TOUGH
AND THE COPS ARE LOOKING TO LOCK ME UP
CROCODILE
I LOOK IN THE MIRROR INTO MY EYES
A DEEP DEEP SLEEP THEN IM HYPNOTIZED
THEN I CRASH AND BURN ON THE INTERSTATE
MY HEART STARTS POUNDING FEAR I’M GONNA BE LATE
CROCODILE
HANGING OUT AT THE AMUSEMENT PARK
MY HEAD IS POUNDING AND IT’S GETTING DARK
HUSTLING POOL WITH THE LOCAL FOOLS
IF THEY FIND ME OUT IT WON’T BE SO COOL
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She came out lookin’ like a war torn limousine
Smellin’ like cigarettes and broken Hollywood dreams
Wearin’ fuck me pumps and headlights set on high beams
Got me a weakness for them high class trailer park queens
Gypsy woman show me all your secret things
Where you been flyin’ with them witchy woman wings
You the great escape, Lawd, you the stuff of po’ boy dreams
I’m a puppet baby and you holdin’ all my strings
Yes, it’s getting too late
But I don’t wanna see you go
No, I don’t wanna wait
Girl I would love to take you home
Just a whisper away
Don’t leave me hangin’ in the cold
There ain’t much left to say
Might as well do it just for show
Gotta say girl, you done a number on me
It’s the witching hour, why don’t we get a little more free
What’s that baby, can’t hear you when you’re on your knees
Whatchu mean girl, you don’t look like no man to me
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