…persons, there is nothing else, that the educationa and the flesh, what you work, you like experiences, not the family, The nature is pretty, you like it, you go outside, you have used to it, you have to do everykind of work…

…Once upon a rhyme I believed in fate The signs of the times Did it mean anything to you Or was I just anyone to you? Then came the daze The santa ana wind Whipped the sand in my face It didn't mean anything to you…

…YOU CAN GIVE ME WHITE TO THE LINE, SO I CAN GROW MY BELLY I CAN´T HIDE. THERE IS GROWING A NEW PERSON, WE CAN CALL IT A NEW GARSON. IT MUST BE A REALLY FAST BOY, SINCE HE HAS THE GENES LIKE A FORMULA TOY, YOU CAN JUST…

…past houses, farms & fields Passin′ graves that have no name, freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of rusted automobiles Good mornin' America, how are you? Don't you know me? I′m your native son! I′m the…

…, light my cigarette. I burn it from both ends. I wanna see this torch of a person of much like me. I’m setting this shit on fire I like the smell of gasoline. Sunset beautifully bright I need my life no more. I’m setting this shit on fire I like the smell of gasoline. Sunset beautifully bright I need my life no more. No more.…

…An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day Along the ridge he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw A-plowing through the ragged brush and up the cloudy draw…

…WANT ONLY TO CHAQ. I CAN SEPARATE DIFFERENT PERSON, ITS A STYLE, WHAT YOU HAVE, WHEN YOU SEE ALL ARE TOO GLAD. ALL THE GOOD CAN TURN TO SORROW, YOU CANT BORROW LIFE, ITS ONLY ONE CHANGE TO KEEP IT ALL AS WHOLE, OR TO…

…I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride With sword and pistol by my side Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade The bastards hung me in the spring of…