ASHES TO ASHES, FUNK TO FUNKY
WE KNOW MAJOR TOM'S A JUNKIE
strung out on heaven's hiiiiigh, hitting an allll tiiiiime low

One day I was full of life
My sap was rich and I was strong
From seed to tree I grew so tall
Through wind and rain I could not fall
But now my branches suffer
And my leaves don't offer
Poetry to men of song
Trees like me weren't meant to live
If all this world can give
Pollution and slow death
Oh Lord I lay me down
No life's left to be found
There's nothing left for meeeeee
Trees like me weren't meant to live
If all this world can give
is Pollution and slow death

oh micheal
oh jesus
you know Im not to blame
you know my reputation
for playing a good clean game

>>213388248
HEEEEEEYYYYY UP SANTEE ANA, THEYRE KILLING YOUR SOLDIERS BELOWWWWW
SO THE REST OF TEXAS WILL KNOOOOOOOOOOOOOW
AND REMEMBER THE ALAMO!

And you're kept in an open cage
So you're free to leave or stay
And sometimes this makes you confused
But there's no hint that I'm trying to give you
The longer you think
the less you know what
to do
It's hard to see your way out
When you live in a house in a house
Cause you don't realize
That the windows were open the whole time
But oh, my talking bird
Though your feathers are tattered and curved
I'll love you all your days
Til the breath leaves your fragile frame

And it’s a strange condition
A day in prison
It’s got me out of my head
And I don’t know what I came for

>>212675017
I'VE GOT FRIENDS IN low places WHERE THE WHISKEY DROWNS AND THE BEEEEEEEEER CHASES my blues AWAY
I'll be OKAY
yah IM NOT BIIIIIIIIIG ON soooocial GRACES think I'll STEP ON DOWN to the OOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAASIS OH I'VE GOT FRIIIIIIIIIENDS
IN LOOOOW PLACES

But I put my face in tomorrow
I believe we're not alone
I believe in Beatles
I believe my little soul has grown

And I'm still so afraid
Yes, I'm still so afraid
Yeah, I'm still so afraid
On my own

FLYYYYYY
ON YOUR WAY
LIKE AN EAGLE
FLYYYYYY AS HIIIIIIIGH AS THE SUN
ON YOUR WAYYYYY, LIKE AN EAGLE
FLY
AND TOUCH
THE SUN

ALCOHOL MAKES A BIG MAN SMALL AND CAN LEAD TO LIFE OF CRIME. (YEAH!)
DEMON RUM MAKES A GENT A BUM, AND YOU CASH IN BEFORE YOUR TIME. (YEAH!)
BOOTLEG GIN PUTS YOU IN A SPIN TILL YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME. (YEAH!)
YOU'RE A PUBLIC DISGRACE, FLAT ON YOUR FACE, AND THERE'S ONLY ONE GUY TO BLAME:

OH, MISTER BOOZE, MISTER BOOZE (B, DOUBLE O, Z, E)
MISTER BOOZE, MISTER BOOZE (MISTER B, DOUBLE O, Z, E)

>>211641166
A man walks down the street, he says, "Why am I short of attention?
Got a short little span of attention and, woah, my nights are so long
Where's my wife and family? What if I die here?
Who'll be my role model now that my role model is gone, gone?"
He ducked back down the alley with some, uh
Roly-poly little bat-faced girl
All along, along, there were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations