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When he was young you'd not find him doing well in school,
His mind would turn unto the waters.
Always the focus of adolescent ridicule,
He has no time for farmer's daughters.
Alienated from the clique society,
A lonely boy finds peace in fishing.
His mother says "John this is not the way life's supposed to be."
"Don't you see the life that you are missing?"
And he says...
When I grow up I want to be,
One of the harvesters of the sea.
I think before my days are done,
I want to be a fisherman.
Now years gone by we find man that rules the sea.
He sets out on a dark May morning .
To bring his catch back to this small community.
He doesn't see the danger dawning.
Four hours up, oh the ocean swelled and swelled,
The fog rolled in it started raining.
"The starboard bow." "Oh my God we're going down!"
The do not hear his frantic mayday.
And he says...
When I grow up I want to be,
one of the harvesters of the sea.
I think before my days are done,
I want to be a fisherman.
I'll live and die a fisherman.
Call me John the Fisherman.
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Our little town fell into a state of shock...
People were saying things that made little sense.
Next thing you know
The head of Handyman Joe
Was discovered in the fountain of the Mayor's residence!
Well, foul play can really get a small town goin'
Oh la la la la! La la la lie!
All o' God's children, they all gotta die.
Driving home from my meth lab
Realized something had changed
Looked in the sky
Saw with my eye
The moon was following me
Where's the shadow government when you need it?
Where's the shadow government?
It's a bad, bad world
It's a bad, bad world
Sifting through the confetti
I picked up my broken phone
Looked in the crack
Somebody waved back
Just sitting on their somebody throne
Where's the shadow government when you need it?
Where's the shadow government?
It's a bad, bad world
It's a bad, bad
[Cowering citizens:] [The shadow government:]
"Up the library steps
Up the library steps
Up the library steps
Up the library steps "Here comes
Up the library steps The Humvee
Up the library steps The Humvee"
Up the library steps"
Crawling out of the flophouse
I saw the mayor stealing my junk
I doth protest, citizen's arrest
Now my body's in his trunk
Where's the shadow government when you need it?
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I wanna see the constitution burn
Wanna watch the white house overturn
Wanna witness some blue blood bleed red
I wanna tar and lynch the KKK
I wanna pull and shoot the NRA
Yeah yeah yeah...
Murder the government, Murder the government
Murder the government, And then do it again yeah
Murder the government, Murder the government
Murder the government, and then
Murder the government
I lost my soul when I fell to earth
My planets called me to the void of my birth
The time has come for me to kill this game
Now open wide and say my name
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I woke up this mornin' with the sundown shinin' in
I found my mind in a brown paper bag within
I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high
I tore my mind on a jagged sky
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
(Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)
I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then I followed it in
I watched myself crawlin' out as I was a-crawlin' in
I got up so tight I couldn't unwind
I saw so much I broke my mind
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
psychedelic guitar instrumental break
(Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)
Someone painted "April Fool" in big black letters on a "Dead End" sign
I had my foot on the gas as I left the road and blew out my mind
Eight miles outta Memphis and I got no spare
Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
I said I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
Yeah yeah oh-yeah
Eight miles high, and when you touch down
You'll find that it's stranger than known
Signs in the street that say where you're going
Are somewhere, just being their own
Nowhere is there warmth to be found
Among those afraid of losing their ground
Rain gray town, known for its sound
In places, small faces unbound
Round the squares, huddled in storms
Some laughing, some just shapeless forms
Sidewalk scenes and black limousines
Some living, some standing alone
Some things are lost some left behind
Some things are better left for someone else to find
Maybe in time I can finally see
I just wonder, wonder if you think about me
Sometimes I feel like something is gone here
Something is wrong here, I don’t belong here
Sometimes I feel like a stranger in town
And I’ve lost what I found, it’ll all turn around
In a little while I’ll be thinkin’ about you
In a little while I’ll still be here without you
You never gave me a reason to doubt you
In a little while I’ll be thinkin’ about you baby...i’ll be thinkin’ about you baby
You should've been gone
Knowing how I made you feel
And I should've been gone
After all your words of steel
Oh I must have been a dreamer
(must have been a dreamer I know)
And I must've been someone else
(someone else)
And we should've been over
(over now)
Oh Sherrie
Our love holds on
They may talk about you cold when you were
Headed for the skies
But you were young and bold and baby didnt that
Change with a wink of your eye
Now no ones talkin bout those
Crazy days gone by
No one talks about the
Times you cried
(oooh) little dreamer
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Did you ever hear what I told you?
Did you ever read what I wrote you?
Did you ever listen to what we played?
Did you ever let in what the world said?
Did we get this far just to feel your hate?
Did we play to become only pawns in the game?
How blind can you be, don't you see?
You chose the long road, but we'll be waiting
Bye bye beautiful!
Bye bye beautiful!
Pack up, I've had enough, that's it, I quit
Give up, you win, I lose, you win
You choose, you stay
I'll go, you stay, I lose
I used to be a dreamer
But I realize that it's not my style at all
In fact it becomes clearer that a dreamer
Doesn't stand a chance at all
Get out of here
Get out of here
Get out
Do I make myself clear
No way, I must go, can't stay, must run
No chance, I can't give a second chance
No hope, there's no hope for you now
No romance, no more romance
No how, now how could we stay together
No need, I have no need for you now
No fear, no fear of you no more
Get out of here
Get out of here
Do I make it clear
Pack up, give in, go home, get out
I used to be a dreamer
But I realized that it's not my style at all
In fact it becomes clearer that a dreamer
Doesn't stand a chance at all
And I've become bitter
For I believe that this is better
No matter, whatever, whenever
We can never ever stay together
Do I make myself plain
I don't want to ever see you again
Get out of here
Pack up, give in, get out of here
Rev up, go away, get out of here
Give in, go home, right away, get
Pack up, give in, give up, rev up
Go away ... out
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He was out on the highway smiling
A mystic in torn blue jeans
The kid left his trust fund to come out walking.
He hitched across this country
backpack and a head full of dreams
Could’ve sworn he heard the earth a talking….talking
Sometimes, he said, don’t it feel like the concrete’s closing in?
We’re putting bricks on the horizon
Was he chasing fool’s gold…or a holy man walking a dirt road to the end?
I hitched a ride with Chris McCandless
Stepped in the wild of a dream
The horizon in South Dakota
Is an ocean of harvest grain
In a dusty silo we found work for the taking
We’d hitched up from California
But he never told me his real name
Never told me what past he was out here shaking
We're all shaking something...
Sometimes, he said, don’t it feel like technology’s closing in?
We’re raising towers on the horizon
Was he chasing fool’s gold…or a holy man walking a dirt road to the end?
I hitched a ride with Chris McCandless
Stepped in the wild of a dream
A stone….a path…a river of glass
The night sky…can you see stars from wherever you are?....wherever you are....
In a broken school bus they found him
In the heart of the Alaska range
The journey ends when the heart stops beating…time is fleeting
Was he chasing fool’s gold,
Or a holy man walking a dirt road to the end?
I hitched a ride with Chris McCandless
Stepped in the wild with Chris McCandless
And I felt alive with Chris McCandless
I was wide awake in the dream…dream.
Disease! disease! spreading the disease.
With some help from captain trips,
He'll bring the world down to his knees.
Power, yes power! he'll show them all his power.
It pulses through his ice cold blood,
A whole world to devour!
He's seeing, he's calling, his legacy he's spawning.
He's coming, corrupting, among the living!
Murder! murder! commit cold blooded murder!
Like nazis during world war two, they only follow orders.
Hatred! hatred! a crucifix is your bed,
Once he turns his eye on you, you'll be better off dead!
I'm the walkin' dude, I can see all the world!
Twist your minds with fear, I'm the man with the power.
Among the living, follow me or die!
Man, fights man! divided they can't stand!
United, they can battle back, and make him force his hand!
Fear, yes fear! his end is growing near,
He didn't count on man's good faith,
And their will to persevere.
Follow me or die!
Fire! hot fire!! purge the world with fire!!
Damnation is the price he'll pay, for an evil man's desire!
Good, versus evil! the stand to vanquish evil!
Man can only live one way, that place right in the middle.
Follow me or die!
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I am the ever-forsaken.
Bastard child of your disease.
Your dead and abandoned.
Strung up foe all of you to see.
Naked and screaming.
So beautiful, profane.
The essence of bleeding.
The scars that bare my name.
I am the hatred incarnate.
I am the choked and dying screams.
I am the sickness inside you longing for...
This is the hate that surrounds you.
Pray for the endless touch of death.
Now burning inside you.
I am the scars of your disease.
I am eternal damnation.
The bastard child of your disease.
The slow suffocation.
Strung up for everyone to see.
Sever the feeling.
The mirror of your shame.
The darkest temptation.
Your scars that bare my name.
I am the endless procession.
I am the poison for the weak.
I am your loveless desire.
Longing for...
This is the hate that surrounds you.
Pray for the endless touch of death now burning inside you.
I am the scars of your disease.
I am the ever-forsaken.
Bastard child of your disease.
Your dead and abandoned.
Strung up for all of you to see.
This is the hate that surrounds you.
Pray for the endless touch of death now burning inside you.
I am the scars of your disease.
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
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Flip this capital eclipse
Tha vocal tone has got 'em sweatin' their own apocalypse
Yes, rebel of tha grains stand masterless
Tha masked ones cap one
NAFTA comin' with tha new disaster
And yes we in wit tha wind an tha plan de Ayala kin
Are comin' back around again
Tha slave driver saliva, one night power turns
Them devils mouths dry, now Mexico burns
So here they come one by one them killers of the new frontier
Occupy, causin' fear, come on
Wit the wind below
We in wit the wind below
Wit the wind below
Flip this capital eclipse
Them bury life wit IMF shifts, and poison lips
Yo they talk it, while slicin' our veins yo so mark it
From the FINCAS overseers, to them vultures playin' markets
She ain't got nothin' but weapon and shawl
She is Chol, Tzotzil, Tojolobal, Tzeltal
The tools are her tools, Ejidos and ovaries
She once suffocated, now through a barrel she breathes
She is the wind below
The wind below
She is the wind below
And all the shareholders gonna flex, and try ta annex the truth
While the new trust is gonna flex, and cast their image in you
Yeah all the shareholders gonna flex, and try ta annex the truth
And while the new trust tries ta flex, and cast their image in you
And GE is gonna flex and try and annex the truth
And NBC is gonna flex and cast their image in you
And Disney bought the fantasies and piles of eyes
And ABC's new thrill rides of trials and lies
And while the gut eaters strain to pull the mud from their mouths
They force our ears to go deaf to the screams in the south
Yeah!
But we in wit the wind below!
But we in wit the wind below!
But we in wit the wind below!
Director of Game Development
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Now when I go to bed,
It's almost time to wake up.
I'm tryin' not to go to jail,
I'm tryin' not to cake up,
And even when I serve soda
It would be cold as f@%!,
Shiverin' in my socks
Servin' ice for ten bucks,
And you'd be in the house,
All warm and shit,
In the ascot sweater and the fire lit.
And whatever you want, you ain't got to life a finger.
If you want a glass of water, hit the maid on the ringer.
Got a job fo' you under this hot ass sun,
Tellin' me to hurry up and get some mo' shit done.
I be so tired when I speak, all my words slur together.
Got so many calluses my hands are like leather.
Watchin' MTV in your big ass chair,
Tryin' out slang words while you're combing your hair
"Your productivity's whack"
"Bring that box here fo-sheezy"
"Go get some coffee, player"
"Punch out before you leave me"
You got your feet up on the desk noddin' off to sleep,
While I lift, push, pull, dig, sweat and sweep.
I could work hard all my life and in the end still suffer,
'Cause the world is controlled by you lazymuthaf*#$a's.
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Fun Fun Fun in the fluffy chair
Flame up the herb
Woof down the beer
[click!]
Hi
I'm your video DJ
I always talk like I'm wigged out on quaaludes
I wear a satin baseball jacket everywhere I go
My job is to help destroy
What's left of your imagination
By feeding you endless doses
Of sugar-coated mindless garbage
So don't create
Be sedate
Be a vegetable at home
And thwack on that dial
If we have our way even you will believe
This is the future of rock and roll
How far will you go
How low will you stoop
To tranquilize our minds with your sugar-coated swill
You've turned rock and roll rebellion
Into Pat Boone sedation
Making sure nothing's left to the imagination
M.T.V. Get off the
M.T.V. Get off the
M.T.V. Get off the air
Get off the air
See the latest rejects from the muppet show
Wag their tits and their dicks
As they lip-synch on screen
There's something I don't like
About a band who always smiles
Another tax write-off
For some schmuck who doesn't care
M.T.V. Get off the air
And so it was
Our beloved corporate gods
Claimed they created rock video
Allowing it to sink as low in one year
As commercial TV has in 25
"It's the new frontier," they say
It's wide open, anything can happen
But you've got a lot of nerve
To call yourself a pioneer
When you're too god-damn conservative
To take real chances.
Tin-eared
Graph-paper brained accountants
Instead of music fans
Call all the shots at giant record companies now
The lowest common denominator rules
Forget honesty
Forget creativity
The dumbest buy the mostest
That's the name of the game
But sales are slumping
And no one will say why
Could it be they put out one too many lousy records?!?
M.T.V.-Get off the air!
NOW
Well you can’t turn him into a company man
You can’t turn him into a whore
And the boys upstairs just don’t understand anymore
Well the top brass don’t like him talking so much
And he won’t play what they say to play
And he don’t want to change what don’t need to change
And there goes the last DJ
Who plays what he wants to play
And says what he wants to say
Hey, hey, hey
And there goes your freedom of choice
There goes the last human voice
There goes the last DJ
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Well you can’t turn him into a company man
You can’t turn him into a whore
And the boys upstairs just don’t understand anymore
Well the top brass don’t like him talking so much
And he won’t play what they say to play
And he don’t want to change what don’t need to change
And there goes the last DJ
Who plays what he wants to play
And says what he wants to say
Hey, hey, hey
And there goes your freedom of choice
There goes the last human voice
There goes the last DJ
Our father was a union man some day I'll be one too.
The bosses fired daddy what's our family gonna do?
Come all you good workers good news to you I'll tell
Of how the good old union has come in here to dwell.
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on?
My daddy was miner and I'm a miner's son
and I'll stick with the union 'til every battles done.
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on?
They say in Harlan County there are no neutrals there
you'll either be a union man or a thug for J.H. Blair
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on?
Oh workers can you stand it? Oh tell me how you can
Will you be a lousy scab or will you be a man?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on?
Don't scab for the bosses don't listen to their lies
Us poor folks haven't got a chance unless we organize.
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on?
Well I worked on the railroad
For t'pence a day
Drank down one penny
The other I'd save
I hammered and I hammered
For God knows how long
Well into madness, with each setting sun
I put my head down and I dreamt you were here
With me by the ol' tree, where no one could care
Far Away Boys, Far Away Boys
Away from ya now
I'm lyin' with my sweetheart
In her arms I'll be found
Then the sun belched upon me
You were no longer here
Lyin' in your place was my hammer and my gear
So I stamped out the fire that kept us both warm
The ashes were fallin'
Like the snow drops of old
We came to a mountain
Dynamite and she'll blow
A big hole in that rock
Like the one in my soul
Far Away Boys, Far Away Boys
Away from ya now
I'm lyin' with my sweetheart
In her arms I'll be found
We buried four workmen
They dug themselves well
From four empty coffins, to four early graves
They're only paddys, just paddys
Don't dig them too deep
You'll need all your strength boys
And they're replaced easily
With the heat I was melting
Into your sweet lips
Ah, your kiss takes me back
Takes me back from all this
Far Away Boys, Far Away Boys
Away from ya now
I'm lyin' with my sweetheart
In her arms I'll be found
Someone said it was Christmas
But not a tree was in sight
The only thing growin' was my will to die
Till the gaffer said 'men, your work here is done'
I said 'I'll see you in Hell, on that train we died for'
Never again, will I smell your sweet dream
But a piss stained ol' gutter where
Your lips used to be
Big jims been drinkin whiskey
And playing poker on a losin night
Pretty soon, big jim starts a thinkin
Somebody been cheatin and lyin
So big jim commences to fightin
I wouldnt tell you no lie
And big jim done grab his pistol
Shot his friend right between the eyes
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As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money yeah I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she'd love me, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman for you know she treat me easy
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
Takin' my money with me and I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin'
And some men like ta hear, ta hear cannon ball a roarin'
Me I like sleepin' specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
And then I sit there, gettin' high, mellow
Knocked out, feeling good and by the time
I looked on the wall at the old clock on the wall
By that time, it was ten thirty daddy
I looked down the bar, at the bartender
He said, "Now what do you want Johnny?"
One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
Well my baby she gone, she been gone two night
I ain't seen my baby since night before last
I wanna get drunk till I'm off of my mind
One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
I like beer because it's good
I drink beer because I should
If there was a song to sing
I'd sing it and beer you bring
I drink beer when I am sad
'Cause the beer it makes me glad
Now there's nothing left to sing
So lets go drink beer
Beer is good, beer is good, beer is good
And stuff
Beer is good, beer is good, beer is good
(Let's go drink some)
BEER, BEER, BEER, BEER, BEER, BEER
When it's warm, it tastes real crappy
But cold beer will make me happy
When I throw-up on the floor
I get up and drink some more
They say beer will make me dumb
It are go good with pizza
Now that we have drunk some beer
Let's go drive a car
Beer is good, beer is good, beer is good
And stuff
Beer is good, beer is good, beer is good
(Let's go drink some)
BEER, BEER, BEER, BEER, BEER, BEER
(Dude, I think you've had enough)
No
Let's go drink some beer!
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I Like drinking to forget your name,
And I smoke reefer a'do much the same.
Between me and you - there's ain't nothing I wouldn't do,
to untangle these ties with you.
How much sweet life source have you took?
I keep thinking I'd rather not look.
Our love's like a fern thats been dried up and burned.
It's absurd - but I keep coming back.
Oh believe me bruther,
I bleeve I'd ruther,
dig a hole and crawl in the ground.
Between you and I I think I'd ruther die,
So I'll just stay drunk all the time.
I've been over and over this girl,
But you like the rattle snakes curl,
You coil to strike me again.
In my wide world of sin,
lights out I think its the end,
Have mercy on me, Jesus Christ.
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To the one on the flamboyant tip, just toss that ham
In the fryin' pan like spam,
Feel done when I come in slam,
Damn,
I feel like the Son of Sam!
Don't make me wreck shit hectic,
Next to the chair got me goin' like General Electric,
EEEN!
The lights are blinking, I'm thinking
It's all over when I go out drinking,
Oh, makin' my mind slow,
That's why I don't f%+& wit da big four-o!
Bro', I got ta maintain
`Cause a nigga like me is goin' insane!
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!
Insane in the membrane
Fred's insane
Got no brain!
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!
Do my shit undercover, now it's time for the blubba-
Blabba-
Watch that belly get fatter, fat boy on a diet,
Don't try it,
I'll jack your ass like a looter in a riot!
My shit's fat like a sumo, slammin' that ass,
Leavin' your face in the grass
You know, I don't take a dulo lightly,
Punks just jealous `cause they can't outwrite me!
Kick that style: wicked, wild,
Happy face nigga never seen me smile!
Rip that mainframe, I'll explain,
A nigga like me is goin' insane!
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!
Insane in the membrane
Fred's insane
Got no brain!
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!
Insane in the brain
In the brain
It's because I'm loco!
Like Louis Armstrong played the trumpet,
I'll hit dat bong and break ya off something soon,
I got to get my props,
Cops
Come and try to snatch my crops,
These pigs wanna blow my house down-
Head underground to the next town,
They get mad when they come to raid my pad
And I'm out in the nine deuce Cad'
Yes I'm the pirate, pilot of this ship if I get
Wit' the ultraviolet dream,
Hide from the red light beam,
Now do you believe in the unseen?
Look, but don't make your eyes strain,
A nigga like me is goin' insane!
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!
Insane in the membrane
Fred's insane
Got no brain!
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!
Insane in the brain
It's because I'm loco
Insane in the brain
It's because I'm loco!
Got a crazy feelin' I don't understand
Gotta get away from here
Feelin' like I shoulda kept my feet on the ground
Waitin' for the sun to appear
Mama's gonna worry
I been a bad, bad boy
No use sayin' sorry
It's something that I enjoy
'Cause you can't see what my eyes see
(I can see it, I can see it)
And you can't be inside of me
Flying high again
Owner - Johnny Scott Comics and Games
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Six o'clock in the morning,
Still sitting here pouring
The drinks till they're gone.
We did everything together
Would have done it forever
How did we go wrong?
I know that what goes up, comes down
I didn't know you'd hit the ground.
Why do you have to give it up?
(Fly high Michelle)
Well you were just a little girl
(Fly high Michelle)
I'll never look into your blue eyes
(Fly high Michelle)
Fly high Michelle
by Enuff Z'nuff
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4 O'Clock in the morning
When the ambulance arrived
4 O'Clock in the morning
When the ambulance arrived
The blue lights were flashing
As they lay my baby down inside
They took her to the hospital
In the darkest hour of the night
They took her to the hospital
In the darkest hour of the night
It was silent as the grave
As my baby lay beneath the light
They turned on the gas and cut her open
She didn't feel no pain
They turned on the gas and cut her open
She didn't feel no more pain
Daylight was breaking
And down came the rain
Its nine oclock on a saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
Theres an old man sitting next to me
Makin love to his tonic and gin
The Horsemen are drawing nearer
On the leather steeds they ride
They have come to take your life
On through the dead of night
With the four Horsemen ride
or choose your fate and die!
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An old cowpoke went riding out on a dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw
A-plowing through the ragged sky, and up a cloudy draw
Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny, and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
He saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry
Yippie-aye-oh, yippie-aye-ay, ghost riders in, in the sky
Their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat
They're riding hard to catch that head but they ain't caught them yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire, as they ride and hear their cry
Yippie-aye-oh, yippie-aye-ay, ghost riders in, in the sky
As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
A-trying to catch the devil's herd riding through these endless skies
Yippie-aye-oh, yippie-aye-ay, ghost riders in, in the sky
Ghost Riders in the Sky
by Johnny Cash (and others)
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Ghost Rider motor cycle hero
Baby baby he lookin' so cute
See him ride ride ride in a blue jump suit
Ghost Rider motor cycle hero
Baby baby baby he's a blazin' away
Like the stars stars stars in the universe
Ghost Rider motor cycle hero
Baby baby baby he's screamin' the truth
America America's killin' its youth
Ghost Rider