How many trees to the west
end lot
How many smokes left have you got
I wanna stand but I'm talking to
a cop
There's piss on my boots how'd
you make it stop
Dance past looking for a crashed
dance lot
I'm alone up on the top of the
pine
Let's people and makes the pine
I be with an old lady I'll be
ridin her lie Oh
Smokin outside a copytail
I won't know when I fail
She's the liver of life and no
they are not casual lost in the
fog
We got one kind of trouble it's
a woman on a bed
Take note there's still a hole
in your heart
Take note there's still a hole
in your heart
Take note there's still a hole
in your heart
Take note there's still a hole
in your heart
Take note there's still a hole
in your heart
Take note there's still a hole
in your heart
Love in sit and you bait to talk
My young little soul learning to
walk
Close that weary door like the
house on the weary street
I finally go in the blind heights
I'm warm in the cold that's corn
rows
I finally go in blind heights
That's a cold toke through the
corn rows
Take note there's still a hole
in your heart
Take note there's still a hole
in your heart
Take note there's still a hole
in your heart