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Royal Ruckus
Royal Ruckus
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J. Bennett
J. Bennett
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M. Walker
M. Walker
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N. Conrad
N. Conrad
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S. Trudeau
S. Trudeau
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It all began in the west, now I live in the east I've sealed the son to my chest to the day that I'm deceased Each one, teach one, prepare for the feast Got my gun and a vest and last rites from a priest That'll be the day, that'll be the day I die The pressure is on to say those last goodbyes 'Cause you and I fool we got the same destination But our use of the tools affects its consummation Gotta get off the couch, an' get my life moving Not a grinch or a grouch, that's a lifetime of losing Grim Reaper is a creeper we all got an appointment To lay back become sleepers and swallow the ointment 'Til that final day I'll be holding nothing back All the way to the front all the way to the attack I might make a mess but go home an' get clean Never acquiesce until I turn in my lien Throw your hands to the sky when you ask, "Why?" Every man's born as one, and as one he dies Into the wind and then you're gone The pressure is on, the pressure is on All this time you would have questioned my allegiance Like leaving indecent legions in need of a seedling You were the anti-hero, equipt with low ceilings That leave us both feeling under pressure with no breathing We keep dreaming, but we're up against sleep demons Who keep creeping, the lone gunman with a piece pleading My tea steeping, these feet defeat treason I seek with deep reason, my Jesus piece gleaming I leave my people keeping the salt of the earth seasoning The feeble attempts weaken We need to feed the healing We need to keep kneading 'Cause love is like a rod that I'm reeling Somebody's sloppily leaving Pop Rockadopolis sweeten I spend a lot of these evenings On some sort of lottery dealings Where they charge me for being an antithesis of appeasement But I'm not trying to please them... or seize them Throw your hands to the sky when you ask, "Why?" Every man's born as one, and as one he dies Into the wind and then you're gone The pressure is on, the pressure is on First day of school I played it cool, friends I made a few Hated a couple people too but can't stay in a bubble true So I avoided cliques like a dolphin in a stew (blink) Witnessing the birth of my first child In awe of my wife and this tiny girl's smile (blink) Four more babies still no more ladies Standing firm in my convictions You're such a good Christian! (blink) First child is with child... man, this is wild Just a few bars back I saw her first smile Now she's out there in the dark world unprepared for the coming miles (blink) Being proud I never cheated on her's like being proud I never beat her Really? those are my accomplishments? Sounds like basic common sense! Instead I regret the time spent traveling all over Should have been finding time to hold her, comfort her and rub her head (blink) A widower, alone, hurt, grown & insecure Never more unsure wondering why she had to go didn't she know The time away would be made up for once we'd gone gray... And bald, wearing Depends, wrinkly, et cetera... Throw your hands to the sky when you ask, "Why?" Every man's born as one, and as one he dies Into the wind and then you're gone The pressure is on, the pressure is on Throw your hands to the sky when you ask, "Why?" Every man's born as one, and as one he dies Into the wind and then you're gone The pressure is on, the pressure is on
Writer(s): Russell Neil Bell Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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