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GARY ALLAN lyrics - Tough All Over

He Can't Quit Her

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She was cool, she was hot, she was smokin' a lot At the end of the bar She had more than one too many buttons undone On that blouse she wore Starin' too long at hre lost in that Skynyrd song Was his first mistake And when she shot him that, "Boy you dont want none of this" look It was way too late [chorus] She's like a needle to a junky, she's like whiskey to a drunk she's like poker to a gambler, she's like a bullet in a gun She's in his blood, he can't explain the rush When he gest with her Might be the death of him, but he's addicted, man He can't quit her Well, she'd ocme to his house and he'd tell her She belonged just with him She'd get up and she'd get dressed, take five hundred No less, and then leave again He said, "Baby, I'll take care of you, can't stand the thought Of sharin' you, with them other guys." She laughed and said, "Well, maybe you shouldnt call me no more then baby." And he didn't, that first night [repeat chorus] She's in his blood, he cant explain the rush When he gets with her Might be the death of him, but he's addicted, man He can't quit her She was cool, she was hot, she was walkin' cross the parkin lot With some other guy Well, he was jealous, he was jonsin' And he wound up on the wrong end of a fourty-give

End Of An Era

Pinkerton Thugs
Well some kid got the lock down 'Cause he got flip with an officer No you don't do that in this town Unless you can bail yourself out Some kids got the kick down Fightin' straights from Fenway Park But who was in the right now And who still feels the scars? Whoah, pick yourself up now, lets go Now when we come to your town Ain't no one gonna be a thug But we're gonna have a lot of words now So ya tough hoods listen up I seen ya drinkin' down the river I seen ya fightin' at the shows I seen em crawl from every niche around And then I've seen em go These are the times And I don't care how it happens Things just gotta change Are you in it for a lifetime Are you giving back what you take Is what I'm saying sinking in Or is it just another wasted day Theres one thing that they got that we ain't got Its the long arm of the law When the mace came out I clutched the ground Then they kicked me up some more Pick it up punk In the bear white walls of the fish factory I worked all day just to make ends meet Cut and gut and pack it up That will never get you far They got me workin' all day I spent two years in a factory With fumes so thick it hurt to breathe Destroyed my throat broke my back I ain't never going back They got me workin' all day They get you in when you're down and out Your blood and sweat is running out One things for sure its plain to see I don't wanna work in a factory They got me workin' all day You'll hear the blood hounds bark And they'll lay me stiff and stark I'm gagged and bound six foot in the ground With a bullet in my heart But never say die though they'll try to destroy you They can strangle hope with the hangman's rope But we feel no stranglehold And never forget they hanged Captain John Brown Though we lost a man we came back again With a force one hundred fold Let me tell you 'bout police They want a piece of me Their hate is a beast that lives and breathes And fed by the bourgeoisie But never say die though they try to destroy you They can strangle hope with a hangman's rope But we feel no stranglehold And never forget our brothers in Braintree Though we lost a man we came back again With a force one hundred fold And never forget out Haymarket martyrs Though we lost out men we came back again With a force one hundred fold Theres something in your blood for revolution But I think that your blood is running cold Will time really tell When theres no hope left to sell Or will despair take its toll You bet your ass the lambs will keep on crying If the the wolf is still circling the fence You think you've seen the way, but by the light of day You've only reached another dead end Has your dream slipped through your fingers Or maybe it wasn't really there Or maybe part of growing up Is losing touch with you've loved And finding a new reason to care This story starts out spray painted on a wall Its been there for decades As the cigarette burns the world still turns While the vodka numbs the pain And everyone's got a sob story And the sigh is always the same When you turn out the pockets of your dirty jeans And find two bucks to your name And everyone's got somewhere to go And got somethin' to do I watch you millin' around all over this town While i kick a stone or two These six strings can be bullets if ya got something to say And if ya make a living off of telling them off Then I'd say you won the game Well just about four years ago there was no one to be found Now theres anger in four hundred eyes and fresh boots on the ground Now this story ends spray painted on a wall Its still there to this day You pass it on your way to work As the paint it starts to fade No one is givin' nothin' there ain't one damn thing for free So spring to life like a switchblade knife, its time they started to bleed Another story, out with the old, in with the new, hope and glory You and me we always hit it off well Always had that gleam in our eyes the days were ours to sell You'd hit me up for a buck but we never had a dime So we jumped the subway in town on the Red Line I remember We were never off our feet kickin' stones down on the street We got arrested more than once before we hit the age eighteen My folks untied the knot, your old man got a job in New York You picked up habbits, I picked up the guitar We used to steal a lot Then catch a show off the Kenmore stop But I felt I robbed the most When that poison hit your heart Should have never seen you off Should have been right there when you nodded off But you told me you weren't doing nothing hard I remember seeing you two weeks before you died I swear to christ you had that gleam still in your eye And now I'm runnin' But I'm runnin' all alone When I'm done runnin' I'll burn out and fade away with you For a wage of copper they'll make you rich in gold And thats what you got if you got control But if you got nothin' you ain't got no hope 'Cause everybody knows where the money goes A mans gotta work if he wants to live But is a life of labor for the highest bid A life worth livin' oh tell me if it is Cause I wanna know when to cash in They don't know your fury, can't hear you shout No matter how loud you holler, they'll drown you out No fist of ours has any clout If a fist of theirs can knock you out Oswald is in the library But he's got the face of an 'injun' cheif Buying Manhattan for twenty six beads I was lookin' at my watch just the other day It said doomsday is just a couple years away That ain't much time to halt the crime of whores Theres no more heroes, theres no more justice White collar crime from the office In my state you make sixteen grand To even camp in poverty land What if you're only makin' twelve Then where you gonna dwell They made me buy my food with stamps Meanwhile reservations die Capital don't care if your skin is red or white We got crooks in power in the USA Modern day whiskey, green paper cocaine The pied piper had a parade Led the founders to their grave All thats left is a land soaked with guilt and blood I ain't never been out there But I bet its the same as here Hope got cancelled years ago For the Ronald Reagan show They're the real mohegan clan Not us spikes in whitey land They were first to live without the law There ain't no reason anymore There ain't no spirit anymore There ain't no hope anymore There ain't no glory anymore Goldman, Debs, and Parsons Must be rolling in their graves The way this movement behaves So if you believe in freedom, well I believed in you That together we would see a brighter day There ain't no turning back no more There ain't nowhere to hide no more There ain't no heroes anymore There ain't no justice anymore They think they know whats best for you But have they walked a mile in your boots This scene is me this scene is you We're the wheels that make it turn Went down to Kenmore the other day Where us punks used to hand The Rats boarded up, its been bought out Theres not a whisper where we used to shout We're all in this Together We may never get anywhere Yeah somedays I don't wanna care But once your eyes are open they can't be shut At least we're tryin' thats goof enough I haven't lost my edge I haven't lost my faith We still need to overthrow this state I still hate the rich I still hate the cops I still hate the clubs that rip us off Theres a sun settin' on the horizon And we're running full speed with guns Some make it and others get burnt up So we're gonna make sure we're the ones With the one way ticket outta here 'Cause we been twenty years down We want guitars not a suit or shovel To get out of vampire town Don't tread on me 'Cause we're sick and we're tired And we're running out of fuel So take this song as a so long 'Cause you need us we don't need you We ain't gonna work for you, no You're gonna get nothin' done now Sittin' front a TV screen So don't complain when we march through your town If you miss the train when it leaves Get out anyway that you can now Burn the pavement under your feet Come out of hiding the dust is clearing Ain't no one singing defeat The agony of youth no it never did me good 'Cause all the glory never had the meaning that it should Never again will I see through those eyes Never again will I have you by my side Never Again I wanna call you a brother we'll be there for each other And call it all out own, we'll call it all our own Well one thing thats for certain They'll draw the final curtain But you'll never fight alone You'll never fight alone Well it's 1997, just about a quarter past eleven Nobody sits at home cause the rocks about to roll The Citgo sign with it's neon fire is fryin' all the suits While they're snortin' business up their nose, we're scuffin up our boots The downtown beat pours onto the street of the ground level Skeleton nation, but the high brow cannot hear it cause they ain't turned into the station All the common kids down on Comm. Ave have quite a lot to say But there ain't an ear to listen 'cause their turn is so far away Another kid with a broken heart An old beat up six string guitar Last train stop better get off At the end of an era Ghetto blast goes 1-2-3-4 If you're sick of being poor And the rebel beat beats on At the end of an era The elder ghosts are in the square As johnny fresh cut chops off his hair Butchy's black dreads flow all over town As black souls jive to the reggae sound When black and white dance together all night It ain't gonna make the papers When red blood fell from black and white lips They pinned it ghetto hatred The Mission Hill kids have got a mission It's called stayin' alive Its the calm before the storm In an ethnic jail tonight All right ready to prowl? Hey I seen it man They come from every walk of life From every edge of town They got gasoline in their veins Best walk on the other side of the street man They got venom eyes The Mission Hill kids, the Savin Hill pack The Cambridge campers, the Sommerville house The Charlestown town boys, suburban youth They're idlin' high They're blendin' in with the bricks I know you seen us before I've seen you ignore us But we don't forget a face man And we don't soon forgive...

Undertake

Lash Out
Across the lines On the cities careless lips It is my time To sense the times Drink classroom milk Smell the spirit of shopping streets Live sixth day paradise Visit my disguise Stripped Unreal Across the tracks Head to tense steel Cracked by corrosion The car caught the future plan Dressed in cheap juvelry Waiting to get cut in three Head kicked between players The steps will stay Landscapes changed With pornography I'm sold at the streets For what I've got Coughing moral blood Sweating out the compassion In panic regret I refine my excrement A house is built A round my crucifiction It has doors at both ends To let the dead through I lay in the basement Bathing in my new blood Forcefed on classic peotry And trivialistic thrills A midsommer day The family gathers To enjoy the pain And to exterminate all escapes The distance is never too big To lifes frame Your freedom is your remote control The last nail in the coffin Fits me well It fits me well Society

To Follow Ones Shadow

Lash Out
Across the lines On the cities careless lips It is my time To sense the times Drink classroom milk Smell the spirit of shopping streets Live sixth day paradise Visit my disguise Stripped Unreal Across the tracks Head to tense steel Cracked by corrosion The car caught the future plan Dressed in cheap juvelry Waiting to get cut in three Head kicked between players The steps will stay Landscapes changed With pornography I'm sold at the streets For what I've got Coughing moral blood Sweating out the compassion In panic regret I refine my excrement A house is built A round my crucifiction It has doors at both ends To let the dead through I lay in the basement Bathing in my new blood Forcefed on classic peotry And trivialistic thrills A midsommer day The family gathers To enjoy the pain And to exterminate all escapes The distance is never too big To lifes frame Your freedom is your remote control The last nail in the coffin Fits me well It fits me well Society

The Rape And Ruin Of Angels

CRADLE OF FILTH
Hosannas in Extremis Invading tempestuous skies When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose And Narcissus' fate as their prize Blinded by Diana's mirror Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive The horrors performed on Her shores As jewelled Ishtar, in darker Aeons Trespassed Ereshkigal's grasp Her ravening twin, wreathed in whispers and wind Now inspires Catharsis to dance Through the weave of white vaults Where the shadows revolt At the incest of spiritual love Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts Spatter virginal breasts with their blood The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve (Thirst-ridden) Wolves serenade a moon Who seems no mistress of Herself And heavens pour forth vast casualties Thy host given up for me Thou which wert once and then ceased to be Art now ensconced to chapters Of a lengthening tragedy Whilst we scream free Deep forests impale the sinister mist Their sorcery taught to the clouds Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish To vex the sweet dead from silk odious shrouds Storm-woken sisters of Judas unfurl As Psyche to Sapphic lament Wrapt in thy tresses and taloned caresses Whisper me secrets beheld beyond Death Desires I was loath to lose To the virgin-bloodied priests Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene And sought to savour Her as beast Her aching sex A rose undone As mine in tears and spasms wrung Ebon Nemesis, slain Jericho's stone Has built thee a marbled stair By candlelight to Eden and a Serpentine throne Where ravens rape the tenanting angels there Hurry, else Death may spy us here And quicken the pulse of dawn Embering flames writhe to life again The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn Huntress, draw back the silvered bow Thy dogs set upon the manger The enemy in throes... Whilst drifting fogs devour All Hallows witching hour On this long, dark seance for the soul Through malevolent Scylla, Charybdis graves Our conquesting spirits pour forth, unassuaged Occultnesses watch us and Seraph, afraid Like fireflies plunge to Her maw, midst crashing black waves Remember with pride what thou art Lest we forget in awe of our terrible past When Dark royalties drank of despair Idols hewed down 'neath a desert god's stare In thrall to revenges sworn there What dreams could we father, when farther we fell To nightmare. .? Well versed in misery We have lain naked in darkest ravines Now the sun has set in slumber. We delight Like serpents in arousal Coiled to strike at the light Now abyssed Lucifers master the earth Uncloister jaded harlots once served Enthralled by cruel raptures, rehearsed Kiss slumbered beauty and weapon our thousand year curse The laughter of Khaos Gatekeepers flee the onslaught A World enslaved to flame Bondage in Phallustine Pleasure temples for my bride Nubian grace swiftly seize Thieves blood-divine Empires thrive on sacrifice

I Feel Nothing

Immolation
Feasts on the flesh of innocents killed A sacrifice to our Lord A sign from below to slaughter and kill All in the name of hell A circle of fury that starts in hell And ends with the race of man Our blood seeps deep into the soils of Earth Freeding the evil within Religious fool, cry to your saviour Bargain with Your sins The efforts of God proven useless Immolation now begins... Disemboweled... desecrate Death divine... morbid fate Creeping pestilence... spreads with hate Horrid cries of agony and pain Butchered beyond reason Our corpses are left in heaps of blood Piled up to the heavens Impotent redeemer falls from heathen's grace An idol no more King of hell reclaims His throne Barbaric in his bliss Holy priest, hold high Your cross Our fate You try to save Pawns of death rejoice in glory Lead us to our graves... Dogma crumbles... carnage is cast Miasery plague... forgotten our past Wrath of hell... forever will last Heaven defied Christ denied Evil disire We'll burn in fire Die in pentagram, where You'll be slaughtered Immolate Your soul, in the name of...

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