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Buck 1

(Some mumbling...)
soon the hippies of today, will be the squares of tomorrow
It was the echoing voices of the old
thick steeled forests and over scorched earth
Always just out of
A murder of judged my every footstep
My were frozen
Penniless and out of breath
I washed my beautiful in the black market dog water trough
But through it all the real in my spokes
Was the torment of my
I fought of sleep both fists and sometimes fire
With no then a blow gun I made from an exhausted pen
I shot the out of the sky
When each one sparkling to the ground
I made that never came true
Apparitions of with angry eyes
Appeared at new moon
My own be gain whispering
Trees died if I to climb them
The decision was for me
To begin interpreting real life just as I would
(More mumbling...)

Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65, 65, Buck 65, Buck 65
Watching an dead world vanish
We the banished and outlawed
Hither and
Like dogs gone
Funky and angry and sometimes
Drums like drugs turned us to scavengers
Pathfinders, addicts and
Practitioners of black
We make music from used up and bad luck dreams
and losers
Emus and
Gypsies and pen
Peddlers, Sharks
All of us fortune home in the forest
Hard core, building a fortress
Forward and backwards blindfolded
to find gold buried in flood planes
Covered in blood
Fly and egg yolk
Running away with one of my legs

Sometimes lonesome
Traveling
Not where you're going
the railroads
Pickups and
of the loco-motives
Once we decide to see some of the side
Working with
Performers and
Discussions with perfectionists, and poets
Haven't you ever of the...
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We aren't vampires dressed like rock
We build campfires and ride
Town to town, we write songs
And plus we stay up like all night
we aren't vampires dressed like rock stars
We build and ride box-cars
Town to town, we just write
And plus we up like all night long

20 some years is a walk
if its not in a straight line
You see a lot of in the distance
You what they say about great minds
You and I about the same things
Dream the dreams
Play the games
We out in the same place
Believe it or not we got the same
Everything happens for a good
it be victory or loss
And the may turn into a run way
But you'll know to do someday
me I've seen it all before
I've climbed to the of the tallest trees
To get from the deep water
To feel the touch of the breeze
You'll a girl with a low voice
Who holds the world in her bare
You'll fall in love you'll have no
Once you are given a chance
For the first you will sleep well
Take a deep
See the sun
on to her for dear life
And then watch the whole unwind
Ask her to show you some
And I that she will say yes
her you've seen forever and
You'll be together not a day
Just know until that time
And you cross that first mile
That the hardest is behind you
And all the pain be worthwhile
(From storm clouds, Come angels, Let give you pleasure
From dirt roads, to flowers, when faith can be
storm clouds, Come angels, Let pain give you pleasure
From dirt roads, To Flowers, when can be measured.

I know a man who was born his heart on the outside
mans worst fear he also had heavy hands
He touch his lovers face
He hold a baby
He would never them
But he was he would hurt them maybe
Mad at the world his face hot pink
The he could do was just try to not think
But he was to
So he only try rarely
He read the last of every book in the library
He the charisma
Of a revolutionary crime fighter
Would try to write but kept his typewriter
He preaches militant radical
Was diligent but his mistakes were gramatical
If he only spent more rehearsing and preparing
There have to be so much cursing and swearing
on fire
His volume was
No one had taught him the power of whispering
He is
kisses
Eats
His mouth of a
He is a
He on stilts
But doesn't for funny stuff
Ask me
He just hasn't been around the sun
He paints
a roller
Only corn
And then tries to sell his own
On a corner
He always remembers everyone's
And cries into his own cumbersome hands

(Scratching... Mixes...)
Sometimes crimes blow my mind
And lord I try to close my eyes
But it happens so
I keep my eye on the
But still I never asked to be a fly on the
And
Sometimes crimes blow my mind
And lord knows I try to close my
But it so fast
I keep my eye on the
But still I asked to be a fly on the wall
Read to end and measured sideways
traveled the length of your desert highways
Been your bed
And slept in
I saw scars
Was kept in
To keep crying
I'm trying not to pay
But as I may mentioned
I'm held hostage
I'm lost and
I want to go now
But I'm to far
And I don't even how
The silent knight and armor
and harmful
The charma
Might get
Dancing shadows
And charades
It's the minimal
Of the man
And it like
life
You may ask
Standing on the other
A two way
Well not what it's cracked up to be
tell you that much
You can
But you can't

Sometimes crimes blow my mind
And knows I try to close my eyes
But it so fast
I my eye on the ball
But still I never to be a fly on the wall
And
Sometimes dumb blow my mind
And knows I try to close my eyes
But it happens so
I my eye on the ball
But I never asked to be a fly on the wall
All I to do
Is go fly a
Or a hike
And try and myself
From a flying leap
ringing in my ears
Especially at
Collidescopic visions of a cocaine cat
play parlor games
Behind closed
Secrets are
When nobody knows
But does
You forgot the bottom feeders
The dirty rotten
And all of the stock
dumb crimes blow my mind
And lord I try to close my eyes
But it happens so
I keep my eye on the
But still I asked to be a fly on the wall
And
Sometimes dumb blow my mind
And lord knows I try to my eyes
But it happens so
I keep my eye on the
But still I never to be a fly on the wall