الأغاني:
Dead Country

I let my fingers rest on her With greater pain and lesser worth Try to keep these saints at bay As I'm wandering this desolate earth So follow me around

All is quiet all is dead the city has melted The sound has penetrated through our heads The world has ended the gas is gone It killed the people now

monopoly, advance, youre coppin me like, white crystal, I gross the most at the end of the fiscal year than these niggas could wish to, the dead presidential

's just reality, yeah Yeah, make you a deal, check These here's the dog years and motherfuckers don't shed I try to bring you life but motherfuckers want dead

I take a walk I mow the grass I don't worry 'bout the years that pass My wife is dead I live alone in my little country home I have my memories and dogs

Well we're comin' to your city Gonna play our guitars and sing you a country song We'll all be flyin' higher than a jet airliner And if you want a little

rap in his prime I'm, young H O, rap's Grateful Dead Back to take over the globe, now break bread I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express Out the country

in his prime I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead Back to take over the globe, now break bread I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express Out the country but

Yes, yes Born in the night, she would run like a leopard That freaks at the sight of a mind close beside herself And the nearer I came how the country