الأغاني:
Loved Ones The

When I shall cross over the dark rolling tide oh what a glad meeting there'll be For close by the beautiful pearly white gate my loved ones are waiting

Hey fair weather friend, You know you're ripping me down again, And I don't care what you say, I can tell when we play, That you don't believe in me,

Lets write a song, baby My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain, Now sit your ass in the chair and I'll tell you my name, My daddy always

She stands on the deck hear To watch all the landslides She's waiting for myrtle Can't wait 'til she drives by She's focused on football Making her plants

Hey there, Mr. Marlboro man, what you gonna do When there's nobody left but your choke smoking self to abuse? Hey there, Mr. CEO man, where you gonna

1, 2, 3, 4 My name is Randall No, I don't think I've met you before my friend I don't really know you But I heard your message on the answering machine

the head is shot the nerves rubbed raw like a tooth sharpening cannibal i'd eat the heart that beats in fear so it could never keep me here i'm working

One more song for the broken hearted A dream so true that soon departed and was cast aside to yellow and dry up All the people you were up above That

Maybe we're the lucky ones 'Cause we can choose to turn it off Maybe we're the lonely ones 'Cause we decide to shield what's soft I'm sure you'll