She brings me Spanish Clementine I eat them by the waterside Throw the peels and taste the clean How could I still feel so mean Take this meanness
I want the bloody boy Yeah I want you Hold it so tight Like it's the truth I see you licking your lips At the slope of her hips And I got disgusted with
We hit snow on the road to laramie We all heard about that mess But that town ain't nothing different Than the rest Poor man do the bidding for
I won't be a pawn We roughed it up when we were young I won't say so much for that What do you do when it is done Cause I know We grow When it's over
If a tree falls well You're not gone At least for me I didn't hear It's a long break And some time away With some things to repair And it's a lazyboy
Words and music by Amy Ray We were talking ticket slump We'd try to put our finger on it Quantify the undoing of each little step And its just a lack
Yeah when I go over yonder I will see my mother My sister and my father But my brother is going to hell Yeah they hung him from the gallows As the
Call up my rockboy finally score He's got drama like a toreador and Me and the bottle we're on the mend I'm tired of winning gonna lose again I said
Amy Ray On Your Honor Now I have a picture Fist in the air I'm standing behind you Now I am still here Mining your body The scene of a crime
The boy he thinks I'm damaged goods I know he does and I guess he should I dress like him I take him down He gets embarrassed when his friends come
