Tekst :

Some people say I m a no count, others say I m no good,
But I m just a natural born travelin man,
Doin what I think I should, Oh yeah,
Doin what I think I should.

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And I don t give a damn about a greenback dollar,
Spend it fast as I can,
For a wailin song, and a good guitar,
The only thing that I understand, Poor boy,
The only thing that I understand.

When I was a little babe, my mama said hey son,
Travel where you will, and grow to be a man,
And sing what must be sung, poor boy,
Sing what must be sung.

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Now that I m a grown man, I ve travelled here and there,
I ve learned that a bottle of brandy and a song,
The only ones who ever cared, poor boy,
The only ones who ever cared

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April, the cruelest month
I reckon this much could be a contender
There s only so much sorrow a man can take
I cant change my face, Don t you remember

You know when I was on the road
That me and you was on the rocks, so low
Should...

Give me a gun cause cause bombs and guns are really fun
I ve lost my job my moneys gone live like a slob
I ve got no home only streets to roam live so alone
I m barely alive I feed on cats to survive

My wife left me my kids are dead
All...

Muevele, muevele
Bailar, yo quiero baila lalalalalalala bailar,
Mueve las nalgas, shake your ass girl.
A la musica, we ll be dancing, dancing, dancing a bit Havana.
And we gon shake it, shake it, shake it, don shake it.

Hips start shakin and...

Reality - this spiteful snake,
Rearing its ugly head
Venom dripping from its grin
As it tosses yet another obstacle in our way

If given a thousand years to collect,
To process, to portray
- We could never encompass the voracity
Of one single day

Trapping us in its winding,
It s closing malignant cycles
A tightening coil to bind...

Im losing tolerance day by day
Your mind makes taxi drivers look sane
You wanna see me cracked
Ripped apart, tied to the tracks
I hope your dreams dont come true

like a deer caught in headlights
crucified on a cross of spite...