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Filthy and Anonymous in Jackson, a Dozen Keys to Nowhere in His Hand
Black Madonna, Won t You Change His Luck and Find Him Fifty Grand?
cause He s Tore Down, Months From Nowhere,
With the Day-to-day Out of His Hands
One Key Fit the Door to Her Apartment, Another Fit the Business He Let Die
A Stray Dog Whines As the August Rains Turn Naked Ground to Mud
And He s Tore Down, Feelin Nothin But the Third-rate Spirits in His Blood
He s Livin For a Ticket On the Whiskey Train
The Saddest Thing s to See Him Venerate That Ball and Chain
Roadhouse Corn Done Cut His Strings to Somewhere,
Paper Rich Done Met a Ball of Fire
Black Dog Cloud Done Filled His Head and Drained Him Like a Vampire
Now He s Tore Down Flat in Jackson With a Daily Gig in the Backdrop Choir
He s Livin For a Ticket On the Whiskey Train
The Saddest Thing s to See Him Venerate That Ball and Chain
A Thick Late August Field of Pigweed Dances,
a Tv From the Fillin Station s Heard
He s Holdin Up the Wall, the Moment Says It All Without a Word
Well, He s Tore Down, World Stopped Movin
When halfway to the Label Claimed It Cured

This vacation s useless
These white pills are kind
I ve given a lot of thought on
This thirteen hour drive
I miss the grinded concrete
Where we sat past 8 or 9
And slowly finish laughing
In the glow of our headlights
I ve given a lot of thought...

Du kennst mich gut
und ich kenn Dich genau
Kein Tag an dem
ich Dir nicht vertrau
Deine Haut neben mir
Und Dein Duft
Viel zu vertraut

Wenn Du mir folgst
geh ich gerne aus
Und bleibst...

Traktuj mnie źle
tak jak zawsze mnie traktujesz
bo kiedy cię nie ma jest jeszcze gorzej
Autobus 122
zabiera mnie tam gdzie chce
autobus 122
zabiera mnie pod twój blok
twoje okno już nie jest twoim oknem
Jesteś tak daleko stąd
W rozgrzanym słońcem mieście
nie wiem dokąd iść
więc...

In a very distant future, the last generation of planet earth
has come to a point where they cannot breed anymore.
When everybody had lost their faith, a child was born,
but no one could be the father, except for a god.
This child was a...

Well she walks like you in so many ways
It s a different look
It s a different time of day
One look in her eyes
How can I make you understand
She s the one good thing that s happened in so many years...