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Pensive

The first man saw his scope
Making lists, he asked 'will it look like this tomorrow?'
Excuse you, behoove you to live a spiders life and 'clean up nice'
Placate away, placate away and grow up tame
Tonight I saw what I'll never be,
Old men walking and the reveries badgering me
My longevity lays in my feet,
I'm counting Fridays on calendars
I'm seeing signs in my yellow teeth
I do my best thinking while driving but now
I have to wear glasses and they've been doing roadwork for years
It's funny how towns never lose their smells
It's funny how now I scythe and scowl about missing this house
You can learn to live without anyone, you just can't live with the re-runs
I'm ready to let my hair down, I'm ready to move to the woods
until the floor boards get raspy, I'm ready, I'm ready
Sometimes I wish I could stop scratching at my wheals,
Scratching at the heels of my sneaks
 

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Knock Down

Is it just me who think this world?
Is it little bit too strange?
Is it just me who thinks this world?
Is way out of range?
What do you want to do?
Don't you want to change this reality? right.
Don't stand there gaping.
You've absolutely no use for them, find a way.

Can't you imagine you're in the depth of desire?
No you can't. Believe in your heart and your vision

Ready! Knock down the rival! This is your chance now!
Now is the right time. Free for fight
Break out this rule. We have many dreams
It's not time to behave. Catch the chance.
Who said that they're the Boss?
They are any humans. Oh baby, think for yourself
Call up a lot of your strength; shake a lot of your chain, right now! It's your life!

They can't change us they can only try
To understand us.
Look we are not meant to do,
What you want us to do
If you tell us to walk straight to do something you want
We won't move for you
Nobody can stop us
Nobody can catch us. Are you ready for us, find a way

What did you do when you were young?
You'll never be a perfect one. But you can be better then you are now!

Ready! Knock down the rival! This is your chance now!
Now is the right time. Free for fight
Break out this rule. We have many dreams
It's not time to behave. Catch the chance.
Who said that they're the Boss?
They are any humans. Oh baby, think for yourself
Call up a lot of your strength; shake a lot of your chain, right now!
It's your life!

Can't you imagine you're in the depth of desire?
No you can't. Believe in your heart and your vision

Ready! Knock down the rival! This is your chance now!
Now is the right time. Free for fight
Break out this rule. We have many dreams
It's not time to behave. Catch the chance.
Who said that they're the Boss?
They are any humans. Oh baby, think for yourself
Call up a lot of your strength; shake a lot of your chain, right now! It's your life!

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Mi pesadez viene de los precipicios.
 

Hobo Bill's Last Ride

Riding on an eastbound freight train speeding through the night
Hobo Bill a railroad bum was fighting for his life
The sadness of his eyes revealed the torture of his soul
He raised a weak and weary hand to brush away the cold
 
Ho-o-bo-o Bill
No warm lights flickered round him no blankets there to hold
Nothing but the howling wind and the driving rain so cold
When he heard a whistle blowing in a dreamy kind of way
The hobo seemed contented for he smiled there where he lay
 
Ho-o-bo-o Bill...(pick one)
Outside the rain was falling on a lonely boxcar door
But the little form of Hobo Bill lay dead upon the floor
And there was no mother's longing to soothe his weary soul
For he was just a hobo and he died out in the cold
 
Ho-o-bo-o Bill
 

Streets of Toledo (Streets of Laredo)

As I drove down through
The Streets Of Toledo
As I cruised down through
Toledo, one day
I spied a street cowboy
Within a white Lincoln
Within a white Lincoln
HIs smile, gold inlay
 
'I see by your Hotwheels,
You are a street cowboy'
These words, he did speak
As we sat by the light..
'Would you take a drag challenge,
And try for some glory,
Or are you too chicken
To race me tonight?'
 
He roared up his engine
Before I could answer
I tramped on my Dodge
It was ready to run
The light flickered yellow
I glanced in the mirror
Behind was a cop car
Reflecting the sun..
 
When the light became red
I could smell rubber burnin'
In the left lane, a smoke cloud
Was all that I saw
The cop flew around me
Haulin' ass on that cowboy
Next block is the Lincoln
Pulled off by the law..
 
I cruised by real slowly
My motor hummed lowly
Turned on the C.D.
And then popped in a song
The cowboy sneered at me
I smiled with no inlay
This free wheelin' chicken's
Still drivin' along..