GiveItUruguay

Yeah, uh! Get up now! Ow! Knock out this! Super highwys, coast to coast, easy to get anywhere On the transcontinental overload, just slide behind the wheel How does it feel When theres no destination-that's too far And somewhere on the way, you might find out who you are Livin' in America-eye to eye, station to station Livin' in America-hand to hand,across the nation Livin in America-got to have a celebration Rock my soul Smokestack, fatback,many miles of railroad track All night radio, keep on runnin' through, your rock 'n' roll soul All night diners, keep you 'wake, on black coffee, and a hard roll You might have to walk the fine line, you might take the hard line But everybody's workin' overtime Livin' in America-eye to eye, station to station Livin' in America-hand to hand,across the nation Livin in America-got to have a celebration I live in America, help me out, but I live i...

Holly came from Miami F.L.A. Hitch-hiked her way across the U.S.A. Plucked her eyebrows on the way Shaved her legs and then he was a she She said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side, Said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side. Candy came from out on the island, In the backroom she was everybody's darling, But she never lost her head Even when she was giving head She sayes, hey baby, take a walk on the wild side Said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side And the colored girls go, Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo Little Joe never once gave it away Everybody had to pay and pay A hustle here and a hustle there New York City is the place where they said: Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side I sa...

If you're in the right city at the right time  What's the last thing going through your mind  Not talking 'bout your  Ask no questions, you know it's a lie  You could have been the victim of a corporate crime  All the signs of a shark attack  You've got rivers of blood  On the streets, don't look back  Nothing personal, just another snack  'N Harley said you're better off sticking to your guns  Any fule kno that  Oh Moronica Queen of the Biz  And her friend Flash harry thinks he knows what it is  Tin Pan Alley Fat Head Larry don't know shit  Just trying to keep her happy  There's no laughing in heaven  Not the one, not the seven  And you'll never get to heaven in her row boat  Pea brain pisser, dog breath kisser  'N Harley said you're better off sticking to your guns  Any fule kno that  Won't it be nice  When everything falls ...

Life, it seems, will fade away Drifting further every day Getting lost within myself Nothing matters, no one else I have lost the will to live Simply nothing more to give There is nothing more for me Need the end to set me free Things not what they used to be Missing one inside of me Deathly lost, this can't be real Can't stand this hell I feel Emptiness is filling me To the point of agony Growing darkness taking dawn I was me, but now he's gone No one but me can save myself, but it's too late Now I can't think, think why I should even try Yesterday seems as though it never existed Death greets me warm, now I will just say goodbye, *Goodbye*

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And so the the story begins City dweller, successful fella Thought to himself oops I've got a lot of money I'm caught in a rat race terminally I'm a professional cynic but my heart's not in it I'm paying the price of living life at the limit Caught up in the centuries anxiety It preys on him, he's getting thin He lives in a house, a very big house in the country Watching afternoon repeats and the food he eats in the country He takes all manner of pills and piles up analyst bills in the country It's like an animal farm lot's of rural charm in the country He's got morning glory, life's a different story Everything going jackanory, in touch with his own mortality He's reading balzac, knocking back prozac It's a helping hand that makes you feel wonderfully bland Oh it's the centuries remedy For the faint at heart, a new start He lives in a house, a very big house in the country He's got a fog in his chest so...

Backstroke lover always hidin' 'neath the cover 'Till I talked to my daddy he say He said, You ain't seen noting 'Till you're down on a muffin Then you're sure to be a-changin' your ways I met a cheerleader, was a real young bleeder All the times I can reminisce Ah the best thing lovin' With her sister and her cousin Started with a little kiss, like this See-saw swingin' with the boys in the school With your feet flyin' up in the air Singin' hey diddle-diddle with the kitty in the middle You be swingin' like you just didn't care So I took a big chance at the high school dance With a missy who was ready to play Was it me she was foolin'? 'Cause she knew what she was doin' Taught me how to walk this way She told me to Walk this way, talk this way Walk this way, talk this way Walk this way, talk this way Walk this way, talk this way Ah, just give me a kiss Gimme some, gimme some, gimm...