Too many parties, and too many pals Will break your heart someday Too many boyfriends, and sociable sals Will drive your sweetheart away Gentlemen of the jury, the judge's speech began The scene was a crowded courtroom And the judge a sterned old man This prisoner here before you is a social enemy A lady of the evening and you know the penalty Her eyes reflect the nightlife Her cheeks, they're red with paint But I knew her mother gentlemen Why, her mother was a saint Now, I know that she's not like her And yet she might have been If it hadn't been for pettin' parties Cigarettes and gin We took the nightlife off the streets And brought into our own homes While girls beat time with lipstick And the streaks of saxophones We opened up the underworld To the ones we loved so well So tell me gentlemen Is it right to send her to a cell? If she drinks while you taught her And if she smokes, you showed her how So gentlemen, do you think it's right to go and condemn her now? And when you're in that jury room Just remember there and then That for every fallen woman Well, there's a hundred fallen men And before you render a verdict On what this girl has done Just remember, there's a man to blame And that man might be your son Now gentlemen, that's my story, my testimony stands This girl is my own daughter, and the case is in your hands Those Broadway roses and prevalent sounds At too many parties and too many pals

(Paul Cotton) As the moon goes fading He lies awake waiting For a break in the night When he makes he's lonely flight And it's the same old story Somebody bound for glory And somewhere in my life I swear it had to belong I've been countin' the stars As they come on through the bars And I've been heard singin' A sad man's song It's time for busting Out of this jail And get me a gun No time for bail And I've been here too many nights too long And now I wonder if They'll find me tonight I've been sleepin' in the day Runnin' below the pale moonlight Hidin' in a canebrake From a man I can't seem to shake And in my head I'm hearing a southern song Mississippi, Roll on in my brain And keep me sheltered In the summer rain I could never stay here too many nights too long And now I wonder if They'll find me tonight I've been sleepin' in the day Runnin' below the pale moonlight Escondido en un canaveral De un hombre que no puedo ver Y el hombre, escondido De donde sera Mississippi, Roll on in my brain And keep me sheltered In the summer rain I could never stay here too many nights too long I could never stay here too many nights too long

All i really got in this is me (damn thats it) Everybody else just wants a piece (what you want) Rappers disappearing off they singles (whered you go) Cuz they aint sayin shit, them are jingles (la la la) Only one i trust in this is Boog I been peepin game like who are you? I can see thru you i got x ray I dont give a fuck what my ex say 1 time 2 times too many I said 3 times 4 times too many I said 5 times 6 times too many You done fucked up 1 time too many yea 1 time 2 times too many I said 3 times 4 times too many I said 5 times 6 times too many You done fucked up 1 time too many yea Global shit Ceo thats my destiny Lotta hoes Lil liquor thats the recipe Lotta money On the way i'm the crystal ball Lotta shots In my holster you can get em all Girls from Saudi They be gettin rowdy Imma try and marry all of them if they allow me Thats the liquor talkin I just needa couple Im just tryna find some shit to take my mind off bein Russell I aint tryna put nobody on Yall aint workin hard as me thats facts My face card around my fam thats strong I dont really give a fuck about your daps 1 time 2 times too many I said 3 times 4 times too many I said 5 times 6 times too many You done fucked up 1 time too many yea 1 time 2 times too many I said 3 times 4 times too many I said 5 times 6 times too many You done fucked up 1 time too many yea When the boss talks you should close your mouth We aint got shit to really talk about Better keep your shit moooovvvin Im the reason why you doin what you doooin When the boss talks you should close your mouth We aint got shit to really talk about Better keep your shit moooovvvin Im the reason why you doin what you doooin

Too many puppies are being shot in the dark Too many puppies are trained not to bark At the sight of blood that must be spilled so that we may maintain our oil fields Too many puppies Too many puppies Too many puppies are taught to heal Too many puppies are trained to kill On the command of men wearing money belts that buy mistresses sleek animal pelts Too many puppies Too many puppies Too many pup-pup-pup-pup-pup-pup-puppies Too many puppies Peanut sat on a railroad track His heart was all a flutter Along came the train Toot, toot, peanut butter Too many puppies with guns in their hands Too many puppies in foreign lands Are dressed up sharp in suits of green and placed upon the war machine Too many puppies are just like me Too many puppies are afraid to see The visions of the past brought to life again Too many puppies, too many dead men