I always felt there was this disconnect I'll quit my job for a bigger check No disrespect, but I hate it here And I gotta make this my greatest year Cause the last ones haven't gone so well But I kept it cool, so it's hard to tell Got a heart for sale on ebay But if no one bids, I'll just cremate it I don't really wanna be famous I just want a lotta green paper You don't needa know what my name is You don't needa know where we came from I don't really wanna be famous I just want a lotta green paper You don't needa what my name is You don't needa know where we came from I'm my own religion Stuck inside this prison We was always wishing For a better living The demons are yelling The angels are singing now So I think it's time that we just hear em out, okay Demons on my left shoulder Angels on my right shoulder One is tryna save my life The other says my life's over Gotta drive slower Cause I'm not sober And if I die young Then my left told ya I'm my own religion Stuck inside this prison We was always wishing For a better living The demons are yelling The angels are singing now So I think it's time that we just hear em out, okay Eyes red, they bloodshot Shots in a mug, no mugshot It's fuck school and fuck cops No rules till the fun stops Fight war, don't fight wars Fuck a porsche, need a white horse They'll kill you if they like yours No going back, just fast forward The after party, no one knows Heaven or hell, we could only hope I just pray that my soul's at peace And bullets stop, so the kids could dream Cause it's doing damage mentally And we might not be what we're meant to be When we're losing friends to our enemies We get tired of pouring out Hennessy For the fallen soldiers May we meet again someday Cause I think I lost my way Take me to the better place For the fallen soldiers May we meet again someday Cause I think I lost my way Take me to a better place, cause I don't really wanna be famous I just want a lotta green paper You don't needa know what my name is You don't needa know where we came from I don't really wanna be famous I just want a lotta green paper You don't needa what my name is You don't needa know where we came from I'm my own religion Stuck inside this prison We was always wishing For a better living The demons are yelling The angels are singing now So I think it's time that we just hear em out

Oggi piove Nella valle E Roncocesi ormai è alle spalle Torno a casa Come i cani A sbranare Gli aquiloni Yeah Testa o croce passa il tempo Braghe corte e poi In un lampo I ricordi Pelle d'oca E una lacrima Da mezza lira Dove sarai Casa mia Come sarai Vita mia Oh no no no Che sospesi per aria E ci giri via Come fiori Oh no no no Come piume nell'aria Portati via siamo soli Dove sarai Casa mia Come sarai Vita mia Oh no no no Che sospesi per aria E ci giri via Come fiori Oh no no no Come piume nell'aria Portati via siamo soli Na na Nainanana Na na Nainanana If you make him cry Aria siamo aria Nell'aria Solo aria And don't make him cry Testa o croce Torno piano Che quel cerco ormai È già lontano

Hear the bells ring six o'clock In three more hours I must go And catch that train out of Colorado Head for the texas rodeo Hear the bells ring seven o'clock Wish I could stay here in your arms And hold you tight like I did last night And never forget about your charms Hear the bells ring eight o'clock In one more hour I must go But if you kiss me again like that I'II say the hell with the texas rodeo Hear the bells ring nine o'clock Guess I might of missed my train So here we'll stay and here we'll lay And liste to the clock on the mantel ring

Well, out of Southern Illinois Come a down home country boy He's gonna make it in the city playin' guitar in the studio Oh, well, he hadn't been there an hour When he met a Broadway flower You know she took him for his money, and she left him in a cheap hotel Oh, well, it's easy for you to see That that country boy is me Say, and how am I gonna ever break the news to the folks back home? Well, I was gonna be a great success Things sure ended up a mess But in the process, I got messed up too But hello mama and dad, I had to call collect 'Cause I ain't got a cent to my name Well, I'm a sleepin' in the hotel doorway And tonight they say it's gonna rain And if you'd only send me some money Oh, I'll be back on my feet again Send it in care of the Sunday Mission Box number ten Well, back in Southern Illinois They're still worryin' 'bout their boy But this boy's goin' home soon as he gets the fare Because as soon as I got my bread I got a pipe upside my head You know they left me in an alley, took my money and my guitar too And hello mama and dad, I had to call collect 'Cause I ain't got a cent to my name Well, I'm a-sleepin' in the hotel doorway And tonight they say it's gonna rain And if you'd only send me some money I'll be back on my feet again Send it in care of the Sunday Mission Box number ten

Lazy days in mid July Country Sunday mornin' Dusty haze on summer highways Sweet magnolia callin' But now and then I find myself Thinkin' of the days When we were walkin' in the Alabama Rain Drive in movies, Friday nights Drinkin' beer and laughin' Somehow things were always right I just don't know what happened But now and then I find myself Thinkin' of the days When we were walkin' in the Alabama Rain We were only kids but then I never heard it said That kids can't fall in love and feel the same I can still remember the first time I told you I loved you On a dusty mid July Country summer's evenin' A weepin' willow sang its lullabies And shared its secrets But now and then I find myself Thinkin' of the days When we were walkin' in the Alabama Rain Walkin' in the Alabama Rain

Travelin' down that coal town road Listen to those rubber tires whine Goodbye to Buckeye and white Sycamore I'm leavin you behind I've been a coal man all my life Layin' down tracks in the hole Got a back like an ironwood Bent by the wind Blood veins blue as the coal Blood veins blue as the coal Somebody said "That's a strange tatto You have on the side of your head" I said "That's the blueprint left by the coal Just a little more and I'd be dead" Well, I love the rumble and I love the dark I love the coal of slate But it's on down the new road lookin' for a job It's the travelling and lookin' I hate It's the travelling and lookin' I hate Someday when I'd dead and gone to heaven The land of my dream I won't have to worry on losin' job To bad times 'n big machines I ain't gonna pay money away For pensions and hospital plans I'm gonna pick coal where the blue heaven roll And sing with the angel bands I stood in line for the union Fought against the company Stood for the U.M.W.A. Now who's grandstand by me? I got...

I guess that it was bound to happen Was just a matter of time Now I've come to my decision And it's a one of the painful kind 'Cause now it seems that you wanted a martyr Just a regular guy wouldn't do But baby, I can't hang upon no lover's cross for you You really gotta hand it to ya 'Cause girl you really tried But for every time that we spent laughin' There were two times that I cried And you were tryin' to make me your martyr And that's the one thing I just couldn't do 'Cause baby, I can't hang upon no lover's cross for you 'Cause tables are meant for turnin' And people are bound to change And bridges are meant for burnin' When the people and memories They join aren't the same Still I hope that you can find another Who can take what I could not He'll have to be a super guy Or maybe a super god 'Cause I never was much of a martyr before And I ain't 'bout to start nothin' new And baby, I can't hang upon no lover's cross for you 'Cause tables are meant for turnin' And people are bound to change And bridges are meant for burnin' When the people and memories They join aren't the same But I hope that you can find another Who can take what I could not He'll have to be a super guy Or maybe a super god 'Cause I never was much of a martyr before And I ain't 'bout to start nothin' new And baby, I can't hang upon no lover's cross for you