Bastard Sons Of A Thousand Blues Poison

them dogs Now, honey, let me please explain Because I didn't mean you no wrong I didn't mean to hurt you, baby Wouldn't do that to you She said bite your lip, now, sweet child You're the bastard

Bastard Son Of A Thousand Blues Poison

them dogs Now honey let me please explain cause I didn't mean you no wrong I didn't mean to hurt you baby Wouldn't do that to you She said bite your lip, now, sweet child You're the bastard son of

Poor Boy Blues Poison

My daddy said "Son, don't you come to me cryin' Cause money don't make you a happy man" He said the grass is always greener Any place except where you stand He said some are born to win And some

Poor Boy Blues (Live) Poison

My daddy said "Son, don't you come to me cryin' Cause money don't make you a happy man" He said the grass is always greener Any place except where you stand He said some are born to win

Master of Disaster John Hiatt

disaster Gets tangled in his telecaster He can't play it any faster When he plays the blues When he had the heart to ask her And every note just shook the plaster Now he's just a mean ole bastard When

Poison Moon Mary Timony

Curious moon, shine tonight Make this dark world of truths bright The schizoid sons and the sluts live on And on, to find their coffins Ignorance has got us down So far that we smother in the underground

Sons Of Summer Carly Simon

It makes me smile To think of what we dreamed of Where are those sons of summer now With their wild haired women in their patchwork gowns Who could laugh the lights away Nights on the beach and bay The

Breathe The Cult

I don't want to be myself, Yeah baby, I just want to run, You gotta' breathe you bastard, breathe Oh yeah, You gotta' breathe you bastard, breathe Straight into the sun. Ow!

2000 Blues ZZ Top

A hundred thousand dollars Wouldn't touch the price I paid Of the hundred thousand moments Of the times I wish I'd stayed. But even if I had all the time and money, It's still the same old news.

BARSTOOL BLUES Neil Young

BARSTOOL BLUES If I could hold on to just one thought For long enough to know Why my mind is moving so fast And the conversation is slow.

BARSTOOL BLUES Neil Young & Crazy Horse

And I saw you in my nightmares But I'll see you in my dreams And I might live a thousand years Before I know what that means.

Vengeance New Model Army

Getting the bastard, getting the bastard Man walks over dressed in flashy clothes With an empty heart and a head full of money Puts his arm around the lad of fifteen years Talks sort of close like

Forgotten Sons Marillion

as numbers on dogtags, flakrags, sandbags Your girl has married your best friend, loves end, poison pen Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleep The wounds that burn so deep, burn so deep

POISON! Roderick Porter

Ayy [Verse 1] I been getting faded off of medication Oxy' in my body got me looking like I'm meditating (Damn) Bitch, I love drugs, fuck Ronald Reagan See me making bands, ayy, this verse right here a

Bastard Ian Hunter

Vestal virginia - ain't got a bad thought in ya - you're a bastard Mean as a killer - instinct that's within ya - you're a bastard.

Bastard Dream Mclean

You know what I just woke up in a coma With a boner, I think that last Corona made me sober Or maybe I just died, maybe I'm just high Cause I just turned my main bit to my lady on the side, yeah I'm a

Bastard Tyler, The Creator

thought, this food for death, go ahead and fucking eat My father's dead, well I don't know, we'll never fucking meet I cut my wrist and play piano cause I'm so depressed Somebody call the pastor, this bastard

Ain't That The Truth Poison

Now pardon my personal demons, child but if you do insist Sit down and listen to me story awhile, cause it goes something like this The joint was small but we were having a ball At a place called the

BASTARD devin townsend

Bastard [Words and music by Devin Townsend] Not one of the better days Nighttime, turn around Lonely is the city tonight Nighttime, all around Lonely in the city tonight Grey people stare

Nineties Blues Chris Rea

Well I look out of my window I see the morning cold and grey I look out of my window I see the morning cold and grey I told you so many years ago They're all gonna end up, end up this way

Crankcase blues Mudhoney

Got that crankshaft stickin' Straight into your center line When the piston goes sown Your blood is sure to poison your mind Got a broke down engine But you're not losin' any speed Goin' downhill

Little Billie Michelle Shocked

Little Billie sure could sing the blues "Ain't nobody's business if I do" Tending drinks behind the bar Pour cheap whiskey from a Chivas jar Turn to water what was wine Down at the Home of the Second

Ballad Of The Bastard Bill Wells & Aidan Moffat

I crushed your heart in my bloody fists when I did the honest thing and told you of my trysts: you demanded truth, that\'s exactly what you got, you should\'ve killed me there right where I stood

Sexual Thing Poison

(Laughing) Jam Blues Man There you lay All by yourself So please allow me To introduce myself I welcome you To the house of sin Open your mind And let the games begin I'm your lust And I'm

Poison Ivy League Elvis Presley

They'll live it up just like the big boys do Poison ivy league, boys in that ivy league Give me an itch, those sons of the rich That poison ivy league The ra-ra boys will go to bed so early tonight

Rising Up Young Guns

We're all alone we're all bastard sons Been cast aside from the world above We practice dark arts and open casket love We bathe in the warmth of a plastic sun and when we pray we feel one way love I

Bastard Motley Crue

Bastard Out go the lights In goes my knife Pull out his life Consider that bastard dead Get on your knees Please beg me, please You're the king of the sleaze Don't you try to rape me Chorus

Forgotten Sons (Live) Marillion

Armalite, street lights, nightsights Searching the roofs for a sniper, a viper, a fighter Death in the shadows he'll maim you, he'll wound you, he'll kill you For a long forgotten cause, on not so foreign

Best Thing You Ever Had Poison

(yeah, blues!) I won't ask where you're going If you don't ask where I've been 'cause if you're looking for an answer, babe I wouldn't know where to begin.

Nowhere Kids (Radio Edit) Smile Empty Soul

To.moonn6pence From.shootingstar In the land of dirt and plaster Lies an army of a thousand nowhere kids Losing ground and falling faster Into a life that no one should have to live We are the people

Thinking Blues Bessie Smith

Thinking Blues Did you ever sit thinking with a thousand things on your mind? Did you ever sit thinking with a thousand things on your mind?

The Riot Of Our Blood And Breath Brighter Than A Thousand Suns

Take this burning home Our blood runs hot But our hearts are cold These blackened skies and poison seas Stain our souls Yet our hands are clean Is this our legacy?

Thousand Woman Blues Blind Boy Fuller

I ain't never loved but a thousand women in my life Oh Lord, but a thousand women's in my life Now, the love I have for you, woman, God knows it sure is strong Oh Lord, I say, God knows it sure

Mean Town Blues Johnny Winter

she done told me and my father done told me My father told me too, yeah my mother she done told me And my father done told me, my father told me too, it's a

The King Will Come Wishbone Ash

Evil sons, overrun, Count their sins - judgment comes. The checkerboard of nights and days - Man will die, man be saved.

The King Will Come (Live) (Alternate Ver.) Wishbone Ash

In the fire the king will come Thunder rolls piper and drum Evil sons overrun Count their sins judgment comes The checkerboard of nights and days Man will die man be saved The sky will fall the earth

The King Will Come (Live) Wishbone Ash

In the fire the king will come Thunder rolls piper and drum Evil sons overrun Count their sins judgment comes The checkerboard of nights and days Man will die man be saved The sky will fall the earth

Dawn: Dawn Is A Feeling MOODY BLUES

Dawn: Dawn Is A Feeling (Michael Pinder) Dawn is a feeling, a beautiful ceiling, The smell of grass just makes you pass into a dream.

The Inheritance Brighter Than A Thousand Suns

Take this burning home Our blood runs hot But our hearts are cold These blackened skies and poison seas Stain our souls Yet our hands are clean Is this our legacy?

Boweavil Blues Bessie Smith

Boweavil Blues Hey boweavil don't bring them blues no more Hey boweavil don't bring them blues no more Boweavil's here, boweavil's everywhere you go I'm a lone boweavil, been out a great long

Withered Amorphis

Withered be the flower Long past it's prime and bloom Forgotten on the stony bed This silent hillside tomb For coppered be the grip Of this wooded land A crude cold gauntlet Hides the boney hand

Withered... Amorphis

Withered be the flower Long past it's prime and bloom Forgotten on the stony bed This silent hillside tomb For coppered be the grip Of this wooded land A crude cold gauntlet Hides the boney hand

90's Blues Chris Rea

Well I look out of my window I see the morning cold and grey I look out of my window I see the morning cold and grey I told you so many years ago They're all gonna end up, end up this way Well the fat

Empire Accretia Razorback

The tide of war is upon us They march the battlefields of Novus On their heels a bloody trail thus follows Behold! Empire Accretia. Beware, you meat! Your flesh is weak!

Backwater Blues Josh White

I got up one mornin', for me I couldn't even get out of my door, Yes, I got up one mornin', for me I couldn't even get out of my door, Lord, that was really enough trouble to make a poor man wonder why

Harlem Blues Terence Blanchard

you can never tell what's in a man's mind and if he's from harlem there's no use of even trying just like the tot his mind comes and goes like march weather when he'll change nobody knows nobody knows

Harlem Blues Cynda Williams

you can never tell what's in a man's mind and if he's from harlem there's no use of even trying just like the tot his mind comes and goes like march weather when he'll change nobody knows nobody

Harlem Blues Branford Marsalis Quartet, Cynda Williams, Terence Blanchard

you can never tell what's in a man's mind and if he's from harlem there's no use of even trying just like the tot his mind comes and goes like march weather when he'll change nobody knows nobody knows

Harlem Blues Music From Mo' Better Blues

you can never tell what's in a man's mind and if he's from harlem there's no use of even trying just like the tot his mind comes and goes like march weather when he'll change nobody knows nobody knows

Suffering Bastard Lamb Of God

Shorn of apocryphal pride, the locks falls predicting strife. Cranium exposed, denial of aesthetic. Push it a little farther. All of this burnt to ashes, all of this torn to rags.