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Buck 1

(Some mumbling...)
Pretty soon the hippies of today, will be the of tomorrow
It was the echoing of the old ones
Through thick steeled and over scorched earth
Always just out of
A murder of crows judged my every
My bones were
Penniless and out of breath
I my beautiful hands in the black market dog water trough
But it all the real stick in my spokes
Was the torment of my
I of sleep with both fists and sometimes fire
With no more then a blow gun I made from an pen
I shot the out of the sky
When each one fell sparkling to the
I made wishes that never true
Apparitions of angels angry eyes
Appeared at each new
My own be gain whispering
died if I tried to climb them
The was made for me
To begin interpreting life just as I would nightmares
(More mumbling...)

Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65, 65, Buck 65, Buck 65
an already dead world vanish
We the and outlawed wander
Hither and
Like gone hungry
Funky and angry and ugly
Drums like drugs turned us to scavengers
Pathfinders, and mathematicians
of black magic
We make music from used up and bad luck dreams
Liars and
and aardvarks
Gypsies and pen
Peddlers, Card
All of us fortune home in the forest
Hard core, building a cardboard
Forward fast and backwards
Trying to find buried in flood planes
Covered in blood
Fly bites and egg
Running with one of my legs broke

it's lonesome
Traveling
Not knowing where going
Riding the
Pickups and
Most of the
Once we decide to see some of the country
Working with
Performers and
with perfectionists, perverts and poets
Haven't you ever of the...
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We vampires dressed like rock stars
We build campfires and ride
Town to town, we just write
And plus we stay up like all long
'cause we aren't vampires dressed like stars
We campfires and ride box-cars
Town to town, we just songs
And plus we up like all night long

20 years is a long walk
if its not in a straight line
You see a lot of in the distance
You know they say about great minds
You and I think the same things
Dream the dreams
the same games
We out in the same place
Believe it or not we got the same
happens for a good cause
Whether it be victory or
And the road may into a run way
But you'll know to do someday
me I've seen it all before
I've climbed to the tops of the 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 a fair chance
For the first time you sleep well
Take a breath
See the sun
Hold on to her for life
And watch the whole world unwind
Ask her to you some magic
And I guarantee she will say yes
Tell her seen forever and
You'll be not a day less
Just know until that comes
And you cross that first mile
That the part is behind you
And all the pain be worthwhile
(From clouds, Come angels, Let pain give you pleasure
From dirt roads, to flowers, faith can be measured
From clouds, Come angels, Let pain give you pleasure
From dirt roads, To Flowers, faith can be measured.

I know a man who was born with his heart on the
Every mans worst he also had heavy hands
He couldn't his lovers face
He hold a baby
He never desert them
But he was worried he would hurt maybe
Mad at the world his face turned hot
The he could do was just try to not think
But he was to
So he only try rarely
He read the last page of every book in the
He the charisma
Of a revolutionary crime fighter
Would try to write but kept breaking his
He manifesto militant radical
Was diligent but his greatest mistakes gramatical
If he only spent more rehearsing and preparing
There wouldn't have to be so cursing and swearing
Eyes on
His was blistering
No one had taught him about the of whispering
He is
Blows
Eats
His mouth of a
He is a
He stands on
But doesn't stand for stuff
Ask me
He just been around the sun enough
He self-portraits
a roller
Only corn
And tries to sell his own soul
On a street
He always remembers numbers
And sometimes cries into his own cumbersome

(Scratching... Mixes...)
Sometimes crimes blow my mind
And lord knows I try to close my
But it so fast
I keep my eye on the
But I never asked to be a fly on the wall
And
dumb crimes blow my mind
And knows I try to close my eyes
But it so fast
I keep my eye on the
But still I never asked to be a fly on the
beginning to end and measured sideways
I've the length of your desert highways
under your bed
And slept in
I saw your
Was kept in
To keep crying
I'm not to pay attention
But as I may have
I'm being held
I'm and exhausted
I want to go now
But I'm to far
And I don't know how
The silent knight and armor
Charming and
The chameleon
get violent
Dancing with
And charades
It's the plan
Of the man
And it like
Living
You may ask
Standing on the side
A two way
Well it's not what cracked up to be
I'll you that much
You can
But you can't

Sometimes dumb crimes blow my
And lord I try to close my eyes
But it so fast
I my eye on the ball
But still I never asked to be a fly on the
And
Sometimes dumb blow my mind
And knows I try to close my eyes
But it so fast
I keep my eye on the
But still I asked to be a fly on the wall
All I to do
Is go fly a
Or take a
And try and keep
taking a flying leap
There's ringing in my
Especially at
visions of a cocaine cat fight
People parlor games
closed doors
Secrets are
When nobody yours
But somebody
You about the bottom feeders
The dirty cheaters
And all of the stock
Sometimes dumb blow my mind
And lord knows I try to my eyes
But it so fast
I keep my eye on the
But still I never to be a fly on the wall
And
Sometimes dumb crimes blow my
And lord knows I try to my eyes
But it happens so
I my eye on the ball
But I never asked to be a fly on the wall