19 Miles to Baghdad - Lizzie West & The White Buffalo

Have I ever told you I want you to the bone? Have I ever called you When you are all alone? And if I ever forget To tell you how I feel Listen to me now, babe I want you to the bone I want you to the bone, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I want you to the bone, oh, oh, oh, ooh Oh, maybe if you can see What I feel through my bone Every corner in me There's your presence that grown Maybe I nurture it more By saying how I feel But I did mean it before I want you to the bone I want you to- Take me home, I'm fallin' Love me long, I'm rollin' Losing control, body and soul Mind too for sure, I'm already yours Walk you down, I'm all in Hold you tight, you call and I'll take control your body and soul Mind too for sure, I'm already yours Would that be alright? Hey, would that be alright? I want you to the bone, ooh, ooh, ooh, (ooh) So bad I can't breathe, oh, oh, oh, oh, (ooh) I want you to the bone Of all the ones that begged to stay I'm still longing for you (I'm still longing for you) Of all the ones that cried their way I'm still waiting on you (I'm still waiting on you) Maybe we seek for something that We couldn't ever have (Ever have) Maybe we choose the only love We know we won't accept (Ooh) Or maybe we're taking all the risks For somethin' that is real 'Cause maybe the greatest love of all Is who the eyes can't see, yeah Take me home, I'm fallin' Love me long, I'm rollin' Losing control, body and soul Mind too for sure, I'm already yours Walk you down, I'm all in Hold you tight, I call and I'll take control of your body and soul Mind too for sure, I'm already yours Take me home, I'm fallin' Love me long, I'm rollin' Losing control, body and soul Mind too for sure, I'm already yours Walk you down, I'm all in Hold you tight, I call and I'll take control of your body and soul Mind too for sure, I'm already yours Would that be alright? Hey, would that be alright? I want you to the bone, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I want you to the bone, ooh, oh, ooh, ooh I want you to the bone, oh, oh, oh, ooh I want you to the bone, ooh, ooh, oh, ooh I want you to the bone, ooh, ooh, oh, ooh I want you to the bone, ooh, ooh, oh, ooh

Rolling like a freight train through the night I can't get your scent off my skin I'm a loser girl, that's how I live my Life I wish I knew just how to treat you right...! Oh I need some medicine, I feel your body next to him, Locked like lovers in the night I better prepare for another hard drinking night! What would whiskey do? You won't make things right! I better get my gun Is that how the west was won? Is that just what I've become? I sure would like to think it ain't my fault. How could I blame anybody else!?! I'm a Fuck-Up Girl, that's how I live my life. I wish I knew just how to treat you right...! Walk along the avenues, There's no drinking 'way these blues, This is how's life's wrecking balls, Can't control myself for what I say or what I do. Shall I end it all? Well it won't bring me back to you! Well I better get my gun! Is that how the west was won? Is that just what I've become? Oo Ooooo! Oo Ooooo! Train's rolling off the tracks! Oo Ooooo! Oo Ooooo! Anything to get you back! Rolling like a freight train through the night! I can't get your scent right off my skin! Well I better get my gun! Is that how the west was won? Is that just what I've become!

Joey white, well he ain't got no choices Just like his daddy did, he joins the armed forces Gonna be a man, oh not a zero For uncle sam, well he'll be a hero He don't know that uncle sam is a cartoon and not a man Poor joey white Oh joey white, you better bite your tongue You don't know jack, boy You're young, dumb and full of cum Better step in line, go with the others Gonna fight for freedom, son, your country and your brothers Here's your boots and here's a gun Learn when to fight, learn when to run Poor joey white Well he got two years in the sand And it will surely change his plans for life Joey white, well he gets his orders Grab your things and we'll meet you at the border Kill 'em all, no quarter given Shoot on sight, boy, let god sort out the livin' Told ya no one's keeping score This ain't no game, well this is war For joey white Yeah from below and from the sky Hear some bullets fly Oh a scream of battle cry Bodies burn and brothers die Poor joey white Joey white, well you better run faster You can't run fast enough to avoid this grave disaster Well in a flash blood soaks his shirt Drops to his knees, now he's face down in the dirt Now his only freedom blurred Gets to leave this hell on earth still alive Now his heart's filled up with lead He got demons in his head For life