Some new Music

[Verse 1]
Well, I was rollin by myself, went down to Memphis, Tennessee
And I was lookin' for a guy who had a mullet and no teeth
And I was trippin on some acid a latino gave to me
Hey, I was smokin morphine til it knocked me off my feet
Then I got some "H" from my old Uncle Pete
Now I'm startin to feel
Like I might've OD'ed

Jesus is a rock in a weary land
A weary land
A weary land
Jesus is a rock in a weary land
A shelter in the time of storm
 

(Sopranos & Altos)
I would not be a sinner.
I'll Tell You The reason why.
I'm afraid my Lord might call my name.
And I wouldn't Be ready to Die.
 

(Tenors)
I would not be a backslider.
I will tell you the reason why.
I'm afraid my Lord might call my name.
And I wouldn't be ready to die.
 

[Verse 1]
I've had good luck and bad luck
And no luck, it's true
But I always get lucky with you
I've been turned on and turned down
When the bars close at two
But I always get lucky with you
I keep two strikes against me
Most all of the time
And when it's down to just a phone call
I'm minus a dime
There's been good days and bad days
But when the day is through
Hun, I've always got lucky with you

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2]
I've keep two strikes against me
Most all of the time
And when it's down to just a phone call

I adore your felony (I’ll tell you why)
Let’s go get some treasury (I want to fly)
Hiding our identity (Don’t let ‘em see)
Stinging like a honeybee (The king bee)
Stick to you, you stick to me (We’ll get it all)
Glance at guards in front of me (Against the wall)
Making sure nobody screams (We’re on fire)
Let’s disappear in infamy

So, is it possible
To feed the starlet,
And feed the starving?
If it’s so, we’re invincible
We’ll be alarming,
We’ll be an army

"Inside Job"
While you were sleeping
They came and took it all away
The lanes and the meadows
The places where you used to play

It was an inside job
By the well-connected
Your little protest
Summarily rejected

It was an inside job
Like it always is
Chalk it up to business as usual

While we are dreaming
This little island disappears
While you are looking the other way
They'll take your right to own your own ideas

And it's an inside job
Favors collected
Your trusted servants

Home of the Brave

Ain't flingin' tears out on the dusty ground