The Valley Road - Bruce Hornsby & The Range

Confess your sins to me while you masturbate Shepard Fairey shit, OBEY, like I'm your master babe This is hard babe, play your part baby Then we all get paid I wanna fuck like we're filming in the valley I wanna push and shove and paint your hills and valley I got a red idea to expedite the ride Put it over, pull em to the side I'm talking, lips, tits, clit, sit, lips, tits, clit, sit Like we're filming in the valley, in the valley (lips, tits, clit, sit) In the valley, in the valley, (lips, tits, clit, sit) I'm your heaven, I'm your hell, I'm your healer baby Pour your sins on me baby, let us pray I wanna fuck like we're filming in the valley I wanna push and shove and paint your hills in valley (Lips, taste, clit, sit, lips, taste, clit, sit) Like we're filming in the valley, in the valley (lips, tits, clit, sit) In the valley, in the valley, (lips, tits, clit, sit) I wanna taste your sweat, force my fingers in your mouth Fuck you like I hate you baby, I wanna sweat you out I wanna taste your sweat, force my fingers in your mouth Fuck you like I hate you baby, I wanna sweat you out Tell me that you love it darling Like we're filming in the valley, in the valley (lips, tits, clit, sit) In the valley, in the valley, (lips, taste, clit, sit) Bust it open in the valley, (lips, taste, clit, sit) Bust it open in the valley, (lips, taste, clit, sit) Bust it open for the valley, (lips, taste, clit, sit) In the valley

Hoes in the valley Baby I been tripping off these shrooms trying to live in Cali Hoes in the whip, oh my God what they doing there Coughing up a lung, oh my God, what just flew in there My pockets having fun, oh my God where's the newest fair Baby I'm just having fun, I ain't never care I ain't never give a fuck about you and me Shorty want a spot in my life, she in the eulogy Imma let the smoke in the air, fuck economy I hate when a broke bitch stare cause it bother me Aye, these bitches robotic How the fuck you pull up to the stu, ain't got no chronic How the fuck I pull up to the stu and just go sonic Nigga said we need a sound nigga go find it I ain't sticking to a sound this a switch rap Hit the whole gang for proposals, finna get a deal I don't even need a manager we just need a mill I don't even need a contract, I just need a deal All black fit Marilyn Manson Pack got the freak hoes dancing Little slut wanna come to the mansion We in the bat cave I mean the goop cave It ain't the first, I'm getting paid today Life moving fast shit feel like Hussein I'm doing me give a fuck what you say Me and two hoes freaky off the Dusse Wake up, damn it feel great to be me If you see the back of my shirt it's three Cs Damn you too broke, I just made like two Gs And real shit, free Lil EBG

We were born in the valley of the dead and the wicked That our father's father found, and where we laid him down We were born in the shadow of the crimes of our fathers Blood was our inheritance, no, we did not ask for this Will you lead me? We were young when we heard you call our names in the silence Like a fire in the dark, like a sword upon our hearts We came down to the water and we begged for forgiveness The shadows lurking close behind, we were fleeing for our lives Will you lead me? Oh-oh-oh, oh Oh-oh-oh, oh Oh-oh-oh, oh Oh-oh-oh, oh

There was a man of confused and sad nature Thought no one loved him, that was not true He said, he was a lost soul, didn't fit in anywhere Didn't know where to turn or who to turn to Oh, there's a lost soul coming down the road Somewhere between two worlds With an oar in his hand and a song on your lips We'll row the boat to the far shore Row the boat of the long lost soul Ever since, oh, I can remember We all tried to ease the pain Took him in when he needed some shelter Tried to make him feel he was one of us again There was one day, oh, I can remember He sat alone with a pencil in his hand All day long he drew careful on the paper In the end just a picture of a man Of the lost soul coming down the road Somewhere between two worlds With an oar in his hand and a song on your lips We'll row the boat to the far shore Row the boat of the long lost soul Oh, dear Mary, do you remember The day when we went walking downtown As I recall, it was in early December After school had just let out When I see you on the street in the twilight I may tip my hat and keep my head down Show me love but maybe I don't deserve it I've been called but not, but not found Oh, there's a lost soul coming down the road Somewhere between two worlds With an oar in his hand and a song on your lips We'll row the boat to the far shore Row the boat of the long lost soul

I can see very well There's a boat on the reef with a broken back And I can see it very well There's a joke and I know it very well It's one of those that I told you long ago Take my word I'm a madman don't you know Once a fool had a good part in the play If it's so would I still be here today It's quite peculiar in a funny sort of way They think it's very funny everything I say Get a load of him, he's so insane You better get your coat dear It looks like rain We'll come again next Thursday afternoon The In-laws hope they'll see you very soon But is it in your conscience that you're after Another glimpse of the madman across the water I can see very well There's a boat on the reef with a broken back And I can see it very well There's a joke and I know it very well It's one of those that I told you long ago Take my word I'm a madman don't you know The ground's a long way down but I need more Is the nightmare black Or are the windows painted Will they come again next week Can my mind really take it

About this time of evening, out by the bay They turn the road lights on the bridge Well, a diesel rolls in silhouette, eastbound Lovers glad the sun has set I'm staring into twilight Wishing I could find someone tonight I know she's out there somewhere On the western skyline Lonely women say a prayer On the western skyline The rooftops sag on Second Street Bachelor's quarters Too much fun, not enough dough Well, the kite's still hanging on the wire Waiting on the wind Too many dreams, not enough hope Voices on my radio Telling me where I should go I know she's out there somewhere (somewhere) On the western skyline Lonely women say a prayer (say a prayer) On the western skyline They'll set up on the bandstand When the sailors hear the whistle blow Underneath the streetlight Violence in the afterglow Give me a shiny Cadillac And close your eyes past that city limits sign Well, he's got the admiral's daughter He's got her in the back Trying to cross her battle line As I'm staring into twilight Wishing I could be with her tonight Whoa, oh I know she's out there somewhere (somewhere) On the western skyline Lonely women say a prayer (say a prayer) On the western skyline (whoa-oa!) I know she's out there somewhere On the western skyline

Down in the southwest Virginia town of Richlands I fell in love with an Appalachian girl She lived in a long line of little row houses On the side of an old strip mining hill She walked along on the jagged ridge And looked as far as she could see But the hills out there so up and down You only see as far as the next big ridge Everytime I see her face On the street in the hollow of on the hill Another time and another place I feel her in my heart still Everytime I see her face On the street in the hollow in the bend I see her in my mind and then I go down the road not taken... again Oh the coal dust sttles on the window display They have to change it about every other day Some things never change way out here An outsider could always remain that way She walked along on the jagged ridge She told me she was thinking of me But every time I tried to take her away She alway ran back to the rocks and the trees Everytime I see her face On the street in the hollow of on the hill Another time and another place I feel her in my heart still Everytime I see her face On the street in the hollow in the bend I see her in my mind and then I go down the road not taken... again Oh I went back there after many years So curious and so secretly As I looked on I held back a tear The road not taken overcoming me Oh I saw her she was sitting there Older, thinner on the front porch It seemed the light a little brighter there Or maybe I still carried the forgotten torch Everytime I see her face On the street in the hollow of on the hill Another time and another place I feel her in my heart still Everytime I see her face On the street in the hollow in the bend I see her in my mind and then I go down the road not taken... again