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Ballad Of Dusty

 

Ballad Of Dusty

(альбом: Cuz We Can - 2002)


[Danny Boone:]
Ohhh... yeah, yeah... hey boy... look a here...
Man, I done did more lines than Etch-A-Sketch in my time
Better catch you fetching that nine; it'll let you blast your right mind
The soft makes you feel hard; hard makes you feel soft
Got a fifty, a pack of cigarettes, a brew and a cough
And I've been doing this stuff from often to off and on
I've been face down on the lawn in the rain in the early morning
Ex wife and the Al-Anon, it goes on and on and on and
Dog-gone it I've been on it so long I'm my own opponent
Should've know it, I blown it I had a ring but I had to pawn it
I had to hold it; I stole it off of the top of a toilet
From a friend, for my sins, fingerprints are in a folder
That the police holds; I get colder as I get older, y'all

And I... don't want to live
And I... don't want to die
I... just have to laugh
Cause I... don't want to cry

My mother left me alone and I never met my dad
I've been abnormal since birth trying to correct the bad
I've was raised by my Gramps since I was three years old
And all I ever wanted, was to be out of control
I made a clever disguise, became brilliant with lies
And pretended that I loved everything I despised
I worked hard to be liked and over did it at times
To much pressure to walk the line, so I committed some crimes
Dropped out of school in the ninth; ran into cool of the night
Had the weed, brews and pints and friends that love to fight
The fools that I beat-up and all the times that I got beat down
I got reputation always desired; now I'm tired

And I... don't want to live
And I... don't want to die
I... just have to laugh
Cause I... don't want to cry

[Brooks:]
I'm always rhyming on the break down; 'cause all I do is break down
When nobody's looking, tears running like greyhounds
My remedy is to clown, laugh and talk garbage
Cause what's really going on is the 18-wheeler of baggage
Imagine a whole lineage of illiage, drug-addicts and idiots, mental patients
My family tree is straight insidious like it was watered with alcohol
But I wouldn't have it any other way; I love y'all!

[Danny:]
And I... don't want to live
And I... don't want to die
I... just have to laugh
Cause I... don't want to cry
Said I... don't want to live
And I... don't want to die
I... just have to laugh
Cause I... don't want to cry
Said I... don't want to live
I... don't want to die
I... just have to laugh
Cause I... don't want to cry
I... don't want to live
And I... don't want to die
I...

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