Sullen and bored the kids stay
And in this way wish away each day
Stoned in the mall the kids play
And in this way wish away each day
Wish I was old and a little sentimental
Wish I was old and a little sentimental
Every day I get up in the morning and go to work
And do my job whatever
I need some
Sentimental hygiene
Everybody’s at war these days
Let’s have a mini-surrender
I need some
Sentimental hygiene
Gonna take a sentimental journey
Gonna set my heart at ease
Gonna make a sentimental journey
To renew old memories
I got my bag, I got my reservation
Spent each dime I could afford
Like a child in wild anticipation
I long to hear that: “all aboard!”
And the train conductor says
“Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break
We can reach our destination, but it’s still a ways away”
Way to shield the hated heat.
Way to put myself to sleep.
Way to shield the hated heat.
Way to put myself, my children to sleep.
It’s just a full day’s drive away
Big hand’s on 120
Little hand’s on E
Hey NyQuil driver
It’s NyQuil driving time
Hey NyQuil driver
Get outta my lane
Get outta my way
Going down the Highway, He’s in front of you.
The speed limit is 50, He’s going 22.
He wont’ let you pass him, He won’t let you by
You curse him he can’t hear you, You wish that he would die.
He’s Snailman!! (Snailman)
Go on and write me up for 125
Post my face, wanted dead or alive
Take my license, all that jive
I can’t drive 55, oh no, uh
I’m a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I’m wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive
Wanted, dead or alive, blood for money, money
Assault, homicide, blood for
money, money, money, money
Wanted
I was gambling in Havana
I took a little risk
Send lawyers, guns and money
Dad, get me out of this
Buy a gun for your son right away, Sir
Shake his hand like a man and let him play, Sir.
Let his little mind expand,
Place a weapon in his hand,
For the skills he learns today will someday pay, Sir.
Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a rifle in my hand
Sent me off to a foreign land
To go and kill the yellow man
I’m gonna get me a shotgun and kill all the whiteys I see,
I’m gonna get me a shotgun and kill all the whiteys I see.
When I kill all the whiteys I see, then Whitey he won’t bother me,
I’m gonna get me a shotgun and kill all the whiteys I see.
I’m dreaming of a White Christmas
The kind I used to know,
Where treetops glisten and children listen
To hear carols in the snow.
Oh Carol I Am But a Fool
Darling I Love Though You Treat Me Cruel
You Hurt Me And You Make Me Cry
But If You Leave Me
I Will Surely Die
The White Bird dreams of the aspen trees
With their dying leaves
Turning gold
But the White Bird just sits in the cage
Growing old
White Bird must fly
Or she will die
Now the crowd breaks and a young boy appears
Looks the old man in the eye
As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd:
“In the name of God, my father, I fly!”
His eyes seem so glazed
As he flies on the wings of a dream
Now he knows his father betrayed
Now his wings turn to ashes to ashes his grave
Please help me, I’m falling
In love with you
Close the door to temptation
Don’t let me walk through.
Just walk away, Renée
You won’t see me follow you back home
The empty sidewalks on my block are not the same
You’re not to blame
I was on the inside
When they pulled the four walls down
I was looking through the window
I was lost, I am found
If you walk away, walk away
I walk away, walk away, I will follow