These latter days are growing strange
Crazy ways and constant change
And
(J.J. Dupree)I love the sound of silenceThe beautiful sound of
As I sit here grinning like a mule eating briar's
Well
There's a place inside my soul
There's a place that's not
Open up and let the outside in
Open up and let
Standin' in a pile of shit
I come out smellin' like
(J.J. Dupree)As the devil beats his wife tonightAll hell is
Well, I'm never speechless
Know what I want to say
About what
How's it feel to be so black?
How's it feel to
Well I feel no pain?
The battle is my ball and
Dirty little mind
Dirty little mind
Dirty little mind
Dirty little mind
Well I
All the things I see in you
All the things I
Well every time I move, every step I make
You know
It's hell in the morning to look at you lying
I was born in the backwoods
Of a two bit nowhere
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