No Hell
No Hell
There is
No Hell
Stand beside her, and guide her
Through the night with a light from a bulb.
blinded by the light
dressed up like a douche-bag
running in the night
In and around the lake,
Martians come out of the sky and they stand there.
She’s got a chicken giraffe…
Beneath the knees I’m so in love with you
I’m all out of love
I Zoloft without you
I can’t read or write
Bee living for so long
Depression, beekeeping, illiteracy…
It just takes some time, little girl you’re in the middle of the ride.
Elvis is, Elvis it’ll be just fine, Elvis is, Elvis it’ll be alright (alright).
She makes a mean steak by the lamp post.
With the cross of Jesus, dragging on the floor.
I’ll never be your pizza burnin’
Come, Mr. Taliban, Taliban banana.
In the war, someone’s leaving
On a playground for mohair
Her ears is all right…
And as the skies turn gloomy
My noggin whispers to me
I’m lonesome as I can be.
Sadly, Patsy Cline never told anyone about her lifelong struggle with schizophrenia.
It was the fourth of June, another rainy humid delta da–aaayyy
Early morning, April fourth
Spock ran out in a Memphis pie
I’m stuck inside a mobile
with the Memphis blues again
Because I’m blue,
Turning green over you.
The wife I love is making music with my friends, and I can’t wait to be on the road again.
When I was little, I thought this meant Willie was on the road because he couldn’t stand to be around his cheating wife.