Ballad Of The Alamo Ringtones

Tadeurogago isseo geojit ane sumgyeowatdeon jinsindeureul Sumeul jugigo isseo jageun ipsul wie kkaejin maheun kkumdeul Nobody can help me Sseogeobeorin gieok jeo pyeon wien nareul konaejwo Come take my hand Come take my hand Mallabeorin nae simjangeul joksyojwo Come take my hand Till the end Dasi neol wihae saragal su itge Please take my... Muchami balphyeojin kkotch Looks like love is pain Kkokkin nalgaecheoreom Nal gusokhaneun sumaneun geu sangcho Pagodeuneun seulpeun gasi gata Come take my hand Come take my hand Mallabeorin nae simjangeul joksyojwo Come take my hand Till the end Dasi neol wihae saragal su itge Please take my... hand Come take my hand Come take my hand Malla beorin nae simjangeul joksyojwo Come take my hand Till the end Dasi neol wihae saragal su itge Come take my hand Nae soneul jabajwo Come take my hand Till the end Dasi neol saragal su itge Please take my hand

Years ago my heart was set to live, oh And I've been trying hard against unblievable odds Gets so hard at times like now to hold on Guns they wait to be stuck by That my side is gone And there ain't noone going to turn me around There ain't no one going to turn me around People around you tell you that they know The places they've been to and it's easy to go They'll zip you up and dress you down and stand you in a room You know you don't have to You can just say no And they're ain't no one going to turn me around There ain't no one going to turn me around There ain't no one going to turn me around There ain't no one going to turn me around I've been built up and trusted Broke down and busted They'll get theirs and we'll get ours If you can just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Years ago my heart was set to live, oh And I've been trying hard against, against strong odds Gets so hard at times like now to hold on Gonna fall if I dont fight That my side is gone And there ain't no one going to turn me around There ain't no one going to turn me around Ain't noone going to turn me around There ain't noone going to turn me around

Give me some more wine my friend 'cause I can't be sober today Cos I need some wine to drown my sorrow this world is all in vain Come and sit by my side listen to the tale I have We can be merry, we can be crazy, not face reality Days have long passed me by faces seem haunting to me People I loved, people I lost now seem to let me be Where is my home that I seek it used to be there in your heart Now it's gone, no longer a bloom and I am left without There is no pity here only jokes remain Oh sweet numbness won't you come and keep me safe and warm And I know I lost it all Still you place your faith in me After all I have is gone Still you stand in victory So go home my brave little man go find your feet once again Will you be strong, will you be kind, do you deserve it all And I know I lost it all Still you place your faith in me After all I have is gone Still you stand in victory

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Pour l'amiti L'amiti entre hommes et femmes Impensable Parce que, il y a toujours Sous jacent Le desir animal This is the story of Melody Nelson Apart from me no one Ever took her in his arms Under her thumb Eyes in the sun Oh my Melody mine Oh my Melody mine She has nothing but love Poor Melody Nelson Her life was more said than done But her days were numbered Nil Count fourteen falls Fifteen on calls A baby tiger was Melody Nelson Forever purring in the sun Just as dangerous as a child With a gun, shooting me down Oh my Melody mine Melody Nelson Still playing hurting games for fun As adorable as dumb Deaf to the sound To what's going down Down Down

Johnny Butt was a man with a real strong will to survive He'd just keep pushin' on even though he was barely alive So shoot it up, shoot it up, it just don't matter Johnny says he wants to go do it Says, he wants to kill a cop We've got a brand-new dance, it's called we've got to overcome We've got a brand-new dance, it's called we've got to overcome So Johnny just keep pushin' 'cause the streets are yours There'll come a day when all that shit won't matter So, shoot it up, shoot it up, just don't matter When you're resisting anyway We've got a brand-new dance, it's called we've got to overcome We've got a brand-new dance, it's called we've got to overcome So Johnny kept on pushin' the streets are yours And there'll come a day when all the that shit won't matter So, shoot it up, shoot it up, it just don't matter Resisting anyway We've got a brand-new dance, it's called we've got to overcome We've got a brand-new dance, it's called we've got to overcome

Bar Keep! Bar Keep! Pour me a pint. For we must keep our courage, English coming tonight. One hundred years ago in the Celtic wood Bar Keep! Bar Keep! Pull us all a round. Sean Kellie lead the clans, we fight on hallowed ground From the Cloth of Kings, Sean Kellie was torn Stones for stones and bones of Blackthorn What does it mean, to fight to be free? I'll put him down. I'll put him down clean. Half pint of Bushmills each day before noon The lads did tremble and the lassies did swoon Stout in the barrel and whisky in the Wellie Let's all drink and sing the Ballad of Sean Kellie

I want a glimpse into your world, these things only end up getting worse I've been losing sleep from daydreaming, but it's only time 'till it catches up with me These isles aren't listening, their minds are sickening Pretty sure we're heading towards something Pretty sure we're heading towards nothing. This is a ballad for the end of the world, this is a ballad for the end of the world We can only think, only think, "this is it, this is it" For anyone who's listening Whenever this happens, your mind turns to static Fuck all the fascists, keep all the blood in your veins Nothing can ever stay the same, even the moon goes through phases The people of this planet are heartless, but baby we're just getting started This is a ballad for the end of the world, this is a ballad for the end of the world We can only think, only think, "this is it, this is it" To anyone who feels a thing

We invariably left the prairies, in my heart Since well it never moved an inch Does the love grow, home with the wild rose? Now, somethings moving out here We invariably left the prairies And my heart, since they never moved an inch And then you found me, alone on a Friday Now, somethings moving out here Swap Garneau for Dundas My parents for your dad The Rockies for the Great Lakes And my heart pounds as you say Swap Garneau for Dundas My parents for your dad The Rockies for the Great Lakes And my heart pounds as you say And all these things will pass It's the good ones that will last And right here what we've had Is a good thing, and it will last And all these things will pass It's the good ones that will last And right here what we've had Is a good thing, it will last

Ira Hayes Ira Hayes Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Gather round me people there's a story I would tell About a brave young Indian you should remember well From the land of the Pima Indian, a proud and noble band Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land Down the ditches of thousand years The water grew Ira's peoples' crops 'Till the white man stole the water rights And the sparklin' water stopped Now Ira's folks were hungry And their land grew crops of weeds When war came, Ira volunteered And forgot the white man's greed Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill Two hundred and fifty men But only twenty-seven lived To walk back down again And when the fight was over And Old Glory raised Among the men who held it high Was the Indian, Ira Hayes Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Ira,he is returned a hero Celebrated through the land He was wined and speeched and honored Everybody shook his hand But he was just a Pima Indian No water, no home, no chance At home nobody cared what Ira'd done And when did the Indians dance Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Then Ira started drinkin' hard Jail was often his home They'd let him raise the flag and lower it Like you'd throw a dog a bone He died drunk early one mornin' Alone in the land he fought to save Two inches of water in a lonely ditch Was a grave for Ira Hayes Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes But his land is just as dry And his ghost is lying thirsty In the ditch where Ira died

Hollis brown He lived on the outside of town Hollis brown He lived on the outside of town With his wife and five children And his cabin fallin

Say a prayer for the cowgirl her horse ran away She'll walk 'til she finds him, her darlin', her stray But the river's in flood and the roads are awash And the bridges break up in the panic of loss And there's nothin' to follow nowhere to go He's gone like the summer, gone like the snow And the crickets are breaking her heart with their song As the day caves in and the night is all wrong Did she dream? Was he who went galloping past? And bent down the fern broke open the grass And printed the mud with the well-hammered shoe That she nailed to his speed in the dreams of her youth And although he goes grazing a minute away She tracks him all night, she tracks him all day And she's blind to his presence except to compare Her injury here with his punishment there Then at home on a branch on a high stream A songbird sings out so suddenly And the sun is warm and the soft winds ride On a willow tree by the riverside Ah, the world is sweet and world is wide He's there where the light and the darkness divide And the steam's comin' off him he's huge and he's shy And he steps on the moon when he paws at the sky And he comes to her hand but he's nor really tame He longs to be lost, she longs for the same And he'll bolt and he'll plunge thru' the first open pass To roll and to feed in the sweet mountain grass Or he'll make a break for the high plateau Where there's nothing above and nothing below It's time for their burden the whip and the spur Will she ride with him or will he ride with her? So she binds herself to her galloping steed And he binds himself to the woman in need And there is no space just left and right And there is no time but there is day and night Then she leans on his neck and whispers low Whither thou goest I will go And they turn as one and they head for the plain No need for the whip, oh, no need for the rain Now the clasp of this union who fastens it tight Who snaps it asunder the very next night Some say it's him, some say it's her Some say love's like smoke beyond all repair So my darlin', my darlin' just let go by That old silhouette on the great western sky And I'll pick out a tune and they'll move right along And they're gone like smoke and they're gone like this song Say a prayer for the cowgirl

Come sit by me all you Fine lords and laddies And I'll tell you the tale Of the young John Henry He met a fair maiden One bright May morning As he went a-hunting In Midsomer County And pale was the skin Of the Midsomer maiden Blue were he eyes As blue as the sea And on her fair head Lay a garland of flowers Sweet were the roses Of Midsomer County But young men don't stray This maiden will lead you away Come to go, rest now Said the Midsomer maiden You're weary from traveling That I can see Let us go home now Over yonder the Greenwood Come taste the fruits Of Midsomer County She led him on through The Midsomer Greenwood Til they came to a hut By a juniper tree She said, Sir, won't you Come sit by my fire You'll eat like the king Of Midsomer County But young men don't stray This maiden will lead you away She brought him fine ale And she brought him supper Fresh eggs and live eels For young John Henry She said, Come, eat your fill And whe you are sated You'll stay with me here In Midsomer County And, Alas, I cannot stay Said young John Henry I'm bound to another Soon married I'll be And I thank ye for supper My kind and fair maiden Now I must leave here Midsomer County But young men don't stray This maiden will lead you away Well, up went the cry Of the Midsomer maiden For shame and for shame For you have tricked me You're bound to me now I am your lover I swear you'll not leave here Midsomer County Cold was the blade Of the Midsomer maiden Soft was the neck Of young John Henry And warm was the blood That flowed from his body Red as the roses Of Midsomer County But young men don't stray This maiden will lead you away But deep in the Greenwood Of Midsomer County Lies young John Henry As cold as can be No headstone to mark him No lover to grieve him Save for the roses Of Midsomer County But young men don't stray This maiden will lead you away

In 1859, the engineer Brunel Would build the greatest ship afloat, and ruled the ocean's swell 19,000 tons of steel, they used to shape the mighty keel It's forged inside the smelter where they made the gates of Hell And the name upon the contract, Isambard Brunel As day-by-day the monster grew, the engineer Brunel Would watch the devil's handiwork, and woe betide a man who shirks Or slows the pace to build the keel, 19,000 tons of steel Anyone with eyes to see is but a bride of Hell And the name upon the draftsman's chart, Isambard Brunel A riveter was on the hull with his apprentice Lad He'd served his time with the older man, some say it was his dad 200 men upon the shift, but when the day is done The count is hundred 98, before the setting sun They searched the yard all through the night until the morning bell No more delays are countenanced by Isambard Brunel And so they work a double shift, to make the time in full No mention of the missing men... they seal the double hull The ship was launched upon the tide and all the townsfolk cheered A brass band played but not a word of omens they had feared But before the afternoon was out, the celebration wrecked A dignitary clutched his heart... and collapsed upon the deck No doctors could revive him as the telegraphs would tell And the name upon the coffin... Isambard Brunel And now upon the open sea, the mighty ship did plough But many feared the darkness, in the shadow of its prow An explosion on the lower deck, would take the souls of five With a growing superstition 'mong the sailors still alive The captain and his boy are lost while rowing to the shore The crew will threaten mutiny and say they'll work no more They began to say the ship was cursed, they hadn't even seen the worst They'd signed on able-bodied men, but they wouldn't sail to Hell When the name upon the manifest is Isambard Brunel For 14 years that ship will sail, misfortune taken hard The owners barely find a crew to reach the breakers' yard And as they take the plates apart, unseal the double hull The breakers call the foreman o'er, they'd found a human skull And then they find the younger man, perforced to understand That in the hour of their torment, he'd reached his father's hand In 1859, the engineer Brunel Would build the greatest ship afloat, and rule the mighty swell The final shift was over, and the breakers' hammers fell And the name upon the manifest, the contract signed in Hell Was the same as on the draftsman's chart... one Isambard Brunel

These four walls to keep you One floor to sleep upon and only These four walls to keep you These four walls contain you Supposed to save you from yourself and These four walls in Holcomb To keep you from the sun And now we're faced with two wrongs Now we're faced with two wrongs I don't know, oh, I don't know And now we're faced with two wrongs Now we're faced with two wrongs I don't know, oh, I don't know We could be born to anything And now what, now what? What you have done is terrible And now you, now you Now you carry it with you You carry it with you You carry it with you These four walls will keep you Until you face the rope You've only these four walls before they, In cold blood, hang you up And now we're faced with two wrongs Now we're faced with two wrongs I don't know, oh, I don't know And now we're faced with two wrongs Now we're faced with two wrongs I don't know, oh, I don't know We could be born to anything And now what, and now what? What you have done is terrible And now you, and now you Now you carry it with you You carry it with you You carry it with you (Now you carry it with you Carry it with you Carry it with you) There's no view from here, No view from here, no view from here All you see's the sky Clouds passing by, clouds passing by (We could be born) We could be born to anything And now what, and now what? What you have done is terrible And now what, and now what? Now you carry it with you You carry it with you You carry it with you Now you carry it with you You carry it with you You carry it with you Now you carry it with you You carry it with you You carry it with you This is a collect call from Kansas State Penitentiary: Being brought up one way and trying to see another way is very difficult

Who killed John Henry, In the battle of sinners and saints Who killed John Henry, In the battle of sinners and saints Take this hammer carry it to the Captain, Tell him why i'm gone Take this hammer carry it to the Captain, Tell him i'm goin' home I don't want your cold iron shackles around my leg I don't want your cold iron shackles around my leg Who killed John Henry, In the battle of sinners and saints Who killed John Henry, In the battle of sinners and saints I'm a long way from Colorado, A long way from my home ... Get the hammer that killed John Henry, Won't kill me no more Gimme the hammer that killed John Henry, Cos it won't kill me Gimme the hammer that killed John Henry, Cos it won't kill me Who killed John Henry, In the battle of sinners and saints Who killed John Henry, In the battle of sinners and saints Take this hammer carry it to the Captain, Tell him i'm goin' home Take this hammer carry it to the Captain, Tell him why i'm gone I'm a wanted man with the Captain I'm a wanted man in the shackles I'm a wanted man in the shackles I'm a wanted man ... Who killed John Henry, In the battle of sinners and saints Who killed John Henry, In the battle of sinners and saints Ohhhh Ohhhhhhh I killed John Henry, In the battle of sinners and saints Ohhhh Ohhhhhhhhh

(Peter La Farge) Ira Hayes, Ira Hayes. Call him drunken Ira Hayes. He won't answer anymore. Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian, Nor the Marine that went to war. Gather 'round me people there's a story I would tell, About a brave young Indian you should remember well. From the land of the Pima Indian, a proud and noble band, Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land. Down the ditches of a thousand years, The waters grew Ira's peoples' crops. Till the white man stole the water rights, And the sparklin' water stopped. Now Ira's folks were hungry, And their land grew crops of weeds. When war came, Ira volunteered, And forgot the white man's greed. Call him drunken Ira Hayes. He won't answer anymore. Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian, Nor the Marine that went to war. There they battled up Iwo Jima hill. Two hundred and fifty men. But only twenty-seven lived, To walk back down again. And when the fight was over, And Old Glory raised, Among the men who held it high, Was the Indian, Ira Hayes. Call him drunken Ira Hayes. He won't answer anymore. Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian, Nor the Marine that went to war. Ira Hayes returned a hero, Celebrated through the land. He was wined and speeched and honored. Everybody shook his hand. But he was just a Pima Indian, No water, no home, no chance. At home nobody cared what Ira'd done, And when did the Indians dance? Call him drunken Ira Hayes. He won't answer anymore. Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian, Nor the Marine that went to war. Then Ira started drinkin' hard. Jail was often his home. They let him raise the flag and lower it, Like you'd throw a dog a bone. He died drunk early one mornin', Alone in the land he fought to save. Two inches of water in a lonely ditch, Was a grave for Ira Hayes. Call him drunken Ira Hayes. He won't answer anymore. Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian, Nor the Marine that went to war. Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes. But his land is just as dry. And his ghost is lyin' thirsty, In the ditch where Ira died.

Gone are the lines that were drawn Mistakes we made when we were young But no southern trains could keep me from where I still belong Chances that I took in vain Gone with all of the charades That all of this time that I didn't know that you felt the same And all of the fears I'd leave them behind for you I can't deny when I'm back in the woods that I'll be fine 'Cause I'm coming home 'Cause I'm coming home Made my way through sand and stonе Troubles I've carried alonе Places that seemed greener, but never were sweeter than home All of the fears I'd leave them behind for you, yes, I would I can't deny when I'm back in the woods that I'll be fine 'Cause I'm coming home I'm coming home Now should I left you, babe Now could forget you, babe I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home

One, two, three One, two, three I walked to New York and back from L.A I lived on a mountain and once by the bay I bought an apartment and slept in the hay But there's no place that's softer than (your arms) Living today is just getting so bad There's a look on your face And it says you've been had You can take all my money But don't make me mad 'Cause there's nobody meaner than (me) I prayed to Buddha, to Allah, and Jim I turned to Jesus and stayed there with him I fell in deep, but I learned how to swim Now there's no one who's cleaner than me or than him

Her mama picked him up in south Minnesota He promised her the world but they never got that far For he was last seen in that '59 DeSota When Sally was born in the black hills of Dakota. She was washed in the blood of the dying Sioux nation Raised with a proud but a wandering heart And she knew that her roots were in the old reservation But she had stars in her eyes and greater expectations. No rings on her fingers, no bells on her toes With bugs on her headlights and runs in her hose Through the valley of the shadow of Roosevelt's nose Adios South Dakota, adios Sally Rose. They've got a national monument carved out of stone On the side of a mountain where her forefathers roamed Playin' cowboys and Indians right under the nose Of Theodore Roosevelt and the sweet Sally Rose. So she left Rapid City in the blue moonlight hour With her eye on the highway and her foot on the floor And turnin' the dial, she was pulled by the power Of the word coming out of that broadcasting tower. No rings on her fingers, no bells on her toes With bugs on her headlights and runs in her hose Through the valley of the shadow of Roosevelt's nose Adios South Dakota, adios Sally Rose...

Paul studied a lot At least he pretended to He had too much on his mind It was too small To see the beauty of it all Lea loved him a lot At least she pretended to He was always on her mind She said, Paul, There's a fire in the hall And when it finally burned the questions For the answers he had found He realized it ought to be the other way around There's a fire burning in the hall It looks great, I don't care, let it burn I don't care, I don't care I don't care at all They got married right on the spot At least I presume they did I have too much on my mind To tell you the fall Of Lea and Paul Out in the hall For the moment that this song has stopped They'll probably be dead So it's better maybe wiser To leave the rest unsaid There's a fire burning in the hall It looks great, I don't care, let it burn I don't care, I don't care I don't care at all There's a fire burning in the hall It looks great, I don't care, let it burn I don't care, I don't care I don't care at all I don't care at all I don't care at all I don't care at all I don't care at all I don't care at all

And a hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die By the line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nigh Any man that would fight to the death crossed over But him that would live, better fly And over the line went a hundred and seventy nine Hey Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below! That men, wherever they go will remember the Alamo Bowie lay dying, but his powder was ready and dry Flat on his back, Bowie killed him a few in reply And young David Crockett was singing and laughing With gallantry fears in his eyes For God and for freedom, a man more than willing to die Hey Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below! That men, wherever they go will remember the Alamo And then they sent a young scout from the battlements, bloody and loud With the words of farewell from a garrison valiant and proud "Grieve not little darling, my dying, if Texas is sovereign and free We'll never surrender and ever with liberty be" Hey Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below! That men, wherever they go will remember the Alamo

A hundred and 80 were challenged by Travis to die By a line that he drew with his sword as the battle drew nigh A man that crossed over the line was for glory And he that was left better fly And over the line crossed a hundred and 79 Hey up Santa Anna, they're killing your soldiers below So the rest of Texas will know And remember the Alamo Jim Bowie lay dying, his blood and his powder were dry But his knife at the ready to take him a few in reply Young Davy Crochet lay laughing and dying The blood and the sweat in his eyes For Texas and freedom, no man was more willing to die Hey up Santa Anna, they're killing your soldiers below So the rest of Texas will know And remember the Alamo A courier came to a battle once bloody and loud And found only skin and bones where he once left a crowd Fear not little darling of dying If the world be sovereign and free For we'll fight to the last for as long as liberty be Hey up Santa Anna, they're killing your soldiers below So the rest of Texas will know And remember the Alamo, and remember the Alamo

This is all a game and I know it Every word's a lie I tried to believe you But I'd just be wasting time You're all tired, torn and broken here And you're standing in a line again Just turn the dial, take me where I want to be And tell that the doctor that I said goodbye Tell that the doctor that I said goodbye One more chance to watch the midnight sky On my own and now you'll never Turn my heart to stone I could go on, I could go on Turn my heart too slow I could go on, I could go on It's such a shame to be living When clouds cover your sky I tried to see clearly Just make me feel alive You're out crying in the parking lot While I'm holding hands with God Just turn the dial, take me where I want to be And tell that the doctor that I said goodbye Tell that the doctor that I said goodbye One more chance to watch the midnight sky I'm on my own and now you'll never Turn my heart to stone I could go on, I could go on Turn my heart too slow I could go on, I could go on It's like pulling a needle with no thread In a glass house with no stones to throw through it It's like setting fire to the town As your boat pulls off the shore On my own and now you'll never Turn my heart to stone I could go on, I could go on Turn my heart too slow I could go on, I could go on Never

I've drawn on poetry over the years So that I might provide another voice in lyric writing And another perspective than my own And one of the poets I've been drawn to has been, the Irish poet; W.B. Yeats In the ballot of the fox hunter, Yates imagines and focuses in On the special connection humans can have with another species In this case, a king's hounds, with whom he would have gone hunting in his day One blind hound lies apart On the sun-smitten grass He holds commune with his heart The moments pass and pass The blind hound with a mournful tail He lifts his wintry head The servants bear the body in The hounds wail for the dead A huntsman Rody, blow the horn Make the hills reply The huntsman loosens on the morn A gay and mournful cry As someone who's had pets throughout my life And aspire to be a veterinarian I can certainly attest to this special connection One can have with other creatures And how intuitive they can be

I used to like the morning I'd survived another night I'd walk to breakfast through the garden See the flowers stretching in the sunlight Now I wake up in the morning And all the kindness is drained out of me I spend hours just wincing And trying to regain some sense of peace If only I could sustain my anger Feel it grow stronger and stronger It sharpens to a point and sheds my skin Shakes off the weight of my sins And takes me to heaven I stay up late every night Out of some general protest But with no one to tell you to come to bed It's not really a contest And maybe you think I'll learn from my mistake But not this time It's just gonna break me If only I could sustain my anger Feel it grow stronger and stronger It sharpens to a point and sheds my skin Shakes off the weight of my sins And takes me to heaven And if I've lost you for good Could there have been any other way? Was the water filling up for years Or did I wreck it all in a day? I'm going to bed now I've sunk into my sorrows And it'll take three hundred million dollars To get me up tomorrow I won't go down with this shit I will put my hands up and surrender There will be no more flags above my door I have lost and always will be It was an expensive mistake It was an expensive mistake My horse broke his back to get me here I have his blood on my hands for no reason But what was I supposed to do? How was I supposed to know how to use a tube amp? How was I supposed to know how to drive a van? How was I supposed to know how to ride a bike without hurting myself? How was I supposed to know how to make dinner for myself? How was I supposed to know how to hold a job? How was I supposed to remember to grab my backpack After I set it down to play basketball? How was I supposed to know how to not get drunk Every Thursday, Friday, Saturday and why not Sunday? How was I supposed to know how steer this ship? How the hell was I supposed to steer this ship? It was an expensive mistake You can't say you're sorry and it's over I was given a body that is falling apart My house is falling apart I was given a mind that can't control itself I was given a ship that can't steer itself (and what about a vacation?) What about a vacation to feel good? My horse broke his back and left me here How was I supposed to know? And God won't forgive me And you won't forgive me Not unless I open up my heart And how am I supposed to do that When I go to this same room every night? Sleep in the same bed every night Same fucking bed With the red comforter, with the white stripes And the yellow ceiling light makes me feel like I'm dying This sea is too familiar How many nights have I drowned here? How many times have I drowned? I give up I give up Let us take you back to where we came in We were united, an undivided nation We got divided, it was something inside us It was not us We were so naive, we were just like animals Told what to believe by the beasts who took control We wanted control too, but that was normal 'Cause our life was one of survival The decisions we've made, if you can call it deciding With your life on the line It'd be social suicide to change your mind So we got mad and we split the scene Now we download all of our shit for free It's the new economy We have nothing to offer and we sleep on trash I give up I give up Let us take you back to where you came in A man clinging to the cliff of revelation So scared of what he would find, he started crying: "It was not me" Stopped at the borderline, they stripped his disguise So he read a book that won a Pulitzer prize It was about death, it didn't help He saw himself in it He was disturbed at the conclusions that it led to But he couldn't say what because the author was dead too And so though he made fun of us He has now become one of us I give up I give up I give up I give up I give up I give up I give up And you wake up trembling From a dream where I swam into the river I reach out and hold you in my arms I love you, I love you, I love you

Fighting soldiers from the sky Fearless men who jump and die Men who mean just what they say The brave men of the Green Beret Silver wings upon their chest These are men, America's best One hundred men will test today But only three win the Green Beret Trained to live off nature's land Trained in combat, hand-to-hand Men who fight by night and day Courage take from the Green Berets Silver wings upon their chest These are men, America's best One hundred men will test today But only three win the Green Beret Back at home, a young wife waits Her Green Beret has met his fate He has died for those oppressed Leaving her his last request Put silver wings on my son's chest Make him one of America's best He'll be a man they'll test one day Have him win the Green Beret

Well I drink Tennessee whiskey, I smoke Alaskan weed I'm The Last Knife Fighter, I'm a living dying breed I shot a man in Reno, 'cause Johnny said I could I hopped a train to LA, got in a fight in Hollywood I said "Hey, I'll knife you down someday." Well I ain't too high on feelings, I don't comfort no one Yeah, the bottle is my god now and the glass his only son Well I walk here in the morning, and I'm banned here late at night But I'm stuck here either way, son, until my Last Knife Fight I said ooh, I keep my land (unknown) And I say hey, I'll knife you down someday So, I keep my bowie on me and my boots by the door I keep looking over my shoulder, I don't sleep good anymore If you see mе coming, you best step aside Toughеr men didn't and tougher men just died I said ooh, I keep my (unknown) And I say hey, I'll knife you down someday

Across the alley from the Alamo Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo Who sang a sort of Indian "Hi-de-ho" To the people passin' by The pinto spent his time a-swishin' flies And the Navajo watched the lazy skies And very rarely did they ever rest their eyes On the people passin' by One day, they went a walkin' along the railroad track They were swishin' not a-lookin' Toot! Toot!, they never came back Oh, across the alley from the Alamo When the summer sun decides to settle low A fly sings an Indian "Hi-de-ho" To the people passing by Across the alley from the Alamo Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo Who used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough For the people passing by They thought that they would make some easy bucks By washin' their frijoles in Duz and Lux, A pair of very conscientious clucks To the people passin' by Then they took this cheap vacation, their shoes were polished bright No, they never heard the whistle, Toot! Toot! they're clear out of sight Oh, across the alley from the Alamo When the starlight beams its tender glow The beams go to sleep and then there ain't no dough For the people passin' by One day, they went a walkin' along the railroad track They were swishin' not a-lookin' Toot! Toot!, they never came back Oh, across the alley from the Alamo When the summer sun decides to settle low A fly sings an Indian "Hi-de-ho" To the people passin' by Across the alley from the Alamo

I just looked to my life And all I saw was that you're not coming back Oh, can't you see When the ballad comes for you It comes like me? But I won't be afraid I can't seem to find you in this midnight parade I know it's all true When the ballad comes for me It comes like you Up close, I fell in love with you (I met you at an early show) You fall in, I'll fall along with you (We travelled 'round the world together) I just looked out to the point Where the words, they are hitting me in a full-on assault Oh, can't you see When the ballad comes for you It comes like me? Well, I know, can't change the times I know I'm already breaking when I look into your eyes Oh, can't you see When the ballad comes for you (ballad comes) It comes like me? Up close (up close), I fell in love with you (I met you at an early show) You fall (you fall, you fall), I'll fall along with you (We travelled 'round the world together)

Insane blues at the green man inn Cut the lights and pray that you're dead Opium dreams through the seven dials And feel the pillow over your head Rachel hides from Ned the crow Keen eye on the peelers Experiment from 53 And no scratch for the dealers Sweet Rosa whore She wants some more Sweet Rosa whore I say hell is love You say I must suffer She's a motherfucker Resurrect me I say hell is love You say I must suffer She's a motherfucker Resurrect me Sleep well in your killing bed Favor for a favor Don't separate the Pain from the knife All the doctors sing You got to suffer for the cure As the world fades away You wonder where you were She wants some more Sweet Rosa whore Sweet Rosa whore I say hell is love You say I must suffer She's a motherfucker Resurrect me I say hell is love You say I must suffer She's a motherfucker Resurrect me She wants some more Sweet Rosa whore She wants some more I say hell is love You say I must suffer She's a motherfucker Resurrect me I say hell is love You say I must suffer She's a motherfucker Resurrect me

The moon lights up over the battlefield now, With a blistering heat somehow Lifeless and broken heart to death, They should have just stayed home instead Stayed alive. We'll let her rice We gliss on some others eyes She wonders where when and why She could have tucket him in his bed, With a kiss on the cheek and his head He'd still lay Well the moon and the stars Can't cast shaddows on what is wrong Well my boys are dead, living is lead. Nothing more The sun wakes up, bring sparkles in the morning light, Rubbs a belly bouncer head to cry, She lost him before they were wed But hes there in her heart and her head, hes still alive Well the moon and the stars can't cast shaddows of what is wrong Well my boys are dead, living is lead. Nothing more Oh the moon lights up over the battlefield now.

She paints her fingers with a close precision He starts to notice empty bottles of gin And takes a moment to assess the sin, she's paid for A lonely speaker in a conversation Her words are swimming through his ears again There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you paid for Say what you mean, tell me I'm right And let the sun rain down on me Give me a sign, I wanna believe Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, Mona Lisa You're guaranteed to run this town Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, Mona Lisa I'd pay to see you frown He senses something, call it desperation Another dollar, another day And if she had the proper words to say, she would tell him But she'd have nothing left to sell him Say what you mean, tell me I'm right And let the sun rain down on me Give me a sign, I wanna believe Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, Mona Lisa You're guaranteed to run this town Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, Mona Lisa I'd pay to see you frown Mona Lisa, wear me out I'm pleased to please ya Mona Lisa, wear me out Say what you mean, tell me I'm right And let the sun rain down on me Give me a sign, I wanna believe Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, Mona Lisa You're guaranteed to run this town Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, Mona Lisa I'd pay to see you frown Say what you mean, tell me I'm right And let the sun rain down on me Give me a sign, I wanna believe There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you paid for