Apr 27, 2005 00:12
What's it a box of again... oh, thats right.. Rain.
Ran into the devil baby..
A friend of the devil is a freind of mine
I get home before daylight, just might get some sleep tonight.
I want to go see Uncle John's band, where their walls are made of cannonballs.
My motto is "don't tread on me."
She can make happy, any man alive.
Head's all empty and I don't care.
We can have high times if you'll abide.
She's got every thing delightful.
Pays my ticket when I speed.
Trouble ahead, trouble behind...