Lyrics
 

Just listening to some space cowboy country on theradio.com The lyrics of coutry music just kills me sometimes:D "It's hard to kiss the lips at night that chew you a$$ out all day long."

Alice Cooper - School's Out for Summer

Well we got no class
And we got no principles
And we got no innocence
We can't even think of a word that rhymes

Well, i was drunk the day my mom got out of prison
and i went to pick her up in the rain
but before i could get to the station in my pickup truck
she got run ned over by a damned old train

chorus:
And i’ll hang around as long as you will let me
and i never minded standin’ in the rain
no, a’ you don’t have to call me darlin’, darlin’
you never even call me
well i wonder why you don’t call me
why don’t you ever call me by my name

Hey, well I'm the friendly stranger
In the black sedan
Oh won't you hop inside my car?
I got pictures, got candy, I am a lovable man
I'd like to take you to the nearest star
I'm your vehicle baby
I'll take you anywhere you wanna go
I'm your vehicle woman
By now I'm sure you know
That I love ya (love you)
Need ya (need you)
I want to, got to have you child
Great God in heaven, you know I love you

----etc.

Its late and she's waiting and I know I should go home

But every time I start to leave they play another song

Then someone buys another round and wherever drinks are free

What's made Milwaukee famous has made a fool out of me

Babys begged me not to go so many times before

She says love and happiness just can't live behind those swinging doors

Nows she's gone and I'm to blame to late I finally see

What's made Milwaukee famous has made a loser out of me

What's made Milwaukee famous has made a loser out of me

White Punks On Dope
Evans/Spooner/Steen


Teenage had a race for the night time
Spent my cash on every high I could find
Wasted time in every school in L.A.
Getting loose, I didn't care what the kids say

We're white punks on dope
Mom & Dad moved to Hollywood
Hang myself when I get enough rope
Can't clean up, though I know I should
White punks on dope
White punks on dope

Other dudes are living in the ghetto
But born in Pacific Heights don't seem much betto

We're white punks on dope
Mom & Dad live in Hollywood
Hang myself when I get enough rope
I can't clean up, though I know I should
White punks on dope
White punks on dope

I go crazy 'cause my folks are so f*cking rich
Have to score when I get that rich white punk itch
Sounds real classy, living in a chateau
So lonely, all the other kids will never know

We're white punks on dope
Mom & Dad live in Hollywood
Hang myself when I get enough rope
Can't clean up, though I know I should
White punks on dope
White punks on dope


I have this on vinyl

This song just gets to me. It makes her sound like a stuck up b****. (I shortened it... only the ridiculous is left behind).

Okay, so you're a rocket scientist
That don't impress me much

Okay, so you're Brad Pitt
That don't impress me much

You're Tarzan!
Captain Kirk maybe.
John Wayne.
Whatever!
That don't impress me much!

The 'Singing Brakeman' said it best:

"All around the water tank, waiting for a train.
A thousand miles away from home, sleeping in the rain."

Them all, from Johnny Cash to Garth Brooks, would pay big money to carry Jimmy Rogers bowling bag.

(this song hits home on several different levels)

Was losing all my friends
Was losing them to drinking and to driving
Was losing all my friends but I got them back

I am on the mend
At least now I can say that I am trying
And I hope you will forget things I still lack

Yeah
Yeah

Is it in you now?
To bear to hear the truths that you were spoken
Twisted up by knaves
In a trap for fools

Is it in you now?
To watch the things you gave your life to broken
You stoop and build them up with worn out tools

Yeah *Chorus*

Nothing gets so bad
A whisper from your father couldn't fix it
Your whispers like a bridge, he's a river span

Take all that you have
and turn it into something you were missing
Somebody threw that brick
And shattered all your plans

Yeah *Chorus*

Time to get the seeds into the cold ground
It takes a while to grow anything
Before its coming to an end yeah

Before you put my body in the cold ground, take some time to warm it with your hands
Before it's coming to an end, yeah

It's coming to an end

Do you miss the blend
Of colours she left in your black and white field
Do you feel condemned just being there?

I am not your friend
I am just a man who knows how to feel

I am not your friend
I'm not your lover,
I'm not your family.

Yeah *Chorus*

Time to get the seeds into the cold ground
It takes a while to grow anything
Before it's coming to an end yeah

in the same field...

En keer trek je de conclusie
Vriendschap is een illusie
Vriendschap is een droom
Een pakketje schroot, met een dun laagje chroom

"Kissing You Goodbye" ~ Waylon Jennings

I've learned to turn the other cheek
Is not what love's about
I've turned mine so many times
That I damned near wore 'em out.

I've grown used to your abuse
And I thought I'd never quit
But I woke up this morning
Couldn't find my shiv a git.

You've always liked to play your games
Well, I got one for you
Pretend we're playing checkers girl
And it's your time to move.

You'll find your suitcase on the porch
And the taxi in the drive
So get your tongue out of my mouth
I'm kissing you goodbye.

I see you've finally made it home
You been out all night
Your artificial hair's a mess
And your clothes don't fit you right.

I've given and forgiven
Till there ain't nothing left
But all you gave was just enough
To satisfy yourself.

I can smell that whisky in your hair
And sen-sen on your breath
If you ever tried to tell the truth
You'd choke yourself to death.

I don't want your nasty kisses
And don't tell me no more lies
Get your tongue out of my mouth
I'm kissing you goodbye.

Get your tongue out of my mouth
I'm kissing you goodbye...

"Number 13 Baby"

got hair in a girl
that flows to her bones
and a comb in her pocket
if the winds get blown
stripes on her eyes when she walks slow
but her face falls down
when she go, go, go
black tear falling on my lazy queen
gotta tattooed tit say number 13

viva
don't want no blue eyes
la loma
i want brown eyes
rica
i'm in a state

choir in the yard
in the house next door
where a grandma brought
some songs from the shore
six foot girl gonna
sweat when she dig
stand close to the fire
when they light the pig
standing in her chinos shirt pulled off clean
gotta tattooed tit say number 13

viva
don't want no blue eyes
la loma
i want brown eyes
rica
i'm in a state

Well you've probably all heard this one, but for the off chance someone hasn't; it's one of those worldly wisdom points of ponder:

Q: What happens when you play country music backwards?
A: Your dog comes home, your wife comes back to you and you get your job back too!
Haa, Haa; sorry ;)