Southwest Song Lyrics
| Song | Southwest Song |
| Artist | Insane Clown Posse |
| Album | The Ringmaster |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Insane Clown Posse | |
| Good people sometimes think bad things | |
| Good people dream bad things, don't you | |
| Good people even do bad things | |
| Once in a while, we do | |
| Factory smoke and choke in pain' | |
| Cause del ray funk is in my brain | |
| So I break the law but | |
| I'm not to blame | |
| You only know my place, you don't know my name | |
| Well, I grip the fence and bent the steal | |
| And I steal a car and | |
| I grip the wheel | |
| And I park the car then | |
| I steal it again' | |
| Cause I really don't know what's happening | |
| I wait for night to fall then | |
| I walk outside | |
| And then I run back in 'cause | |
| I don't wanna die | |
| You see, the air alone, it can corrupt your brain | |
| As smoke fills the sky enough to block the rain | |
| And I pray to god to help me justify | |
| Look over me 'cause my brain is fried | |
| And I don't have a name, | |
| I don't have a home | |
| I just lay alone on my bed of stone | |
| You see, death awaits me on my narrow path | |
| And when I stop to think | |
| I can only laugh | |
| Because I'm not alone, it didn't take me long | |
| To see everybody singing that southwest song | |
| Wooooooo oh we-oh | |
| Everybody singing that southwest song | |
| Some say I'm real and some say | |
| I'm fakeBut | |
| I really don't care 'cause it's all too late | |
| You see, my mind is weak and | |
| I'm losing breath | |
| As I crawl along | |
| I can feel the death | |
| Everywhere | |
| I go I bring with me pride | |
| And then I pay the carny and | |
| I take a ride | |
| But see, the wheel is wicked and it spins me death | |
| So I try it again with what pride is left | |
| If we have to go then you can take me fast | |
| You see, I started under and | |
| I'm sinking fast | |
| And when the joker's card is missing from your deck | |
| Then you know the road has finally caught my neck | |
| Eh, yo, don't look, now, there we go again | |
| It's me and the grim reaper, best of friends | |
| He's always hanging round waitin for me to die | |
| We shot a game of pool, he's not a bad guy | |
| I feel him in the corner of a circled room | |
| At about thirteen in the afternoon | |
| And then I see the strain as | |
| I walk along | |
| I notice everybody singing that southwest song | |
| Wooooooo oh we-oh | |
| Everybody singing that southwest song | |
| What does seem bad to you? | |
| I'm angryWhat does seem bad to you? | |
| I'm angryEverybody singing that southwest song | |
| If my time has come, then | |
| I'm ready to go | |
| Shoot me in the face with your forty-four | |
| And when I'm falling down to my soury death | |
| I'll laugh with my very last breath (hahaha) | |
| Lose some, win some, that's how it goes | |
| I've been down and out, | |
| I took many blows | |
| And there ain't nothing here | |
| I ain't seen before | |
| I'm just a jugglin juggla jugglin more | |
| You wanna see the world, you wanna run the town | |
| You wanna meet a girl and wanna settle down | |
| You wanna start a family and ya own a home | |
| I wanna run with a set from the ghetto zone | |
| You see the forks up, | |
| I see the forks down | |
| But I'm a wicked clown, so don't fuck around' | |
| Cause my brain is gone and it's on it's way | |
| I'm exploding, so get off me, dog | |
| And I could be right and | |
| I could be wrong | |
| And if I ain't dead now then it won't be long | |
| But it does not matter what set you on | |
| Tonight everybody sings that southwest song | |
| Wooooooo oh we-oh | |
| Everybody singing that southwest song | |
| What seems bad to you? | |
| Is hitting other kids? |
| zuo ci : Insane Clown Posse | |
| Good people sometimes think bad things | |
| Good people dream bad things, don' t you | |
| Good people even do bad things | |
| Once in a while, we do | |
| Factory smoke and choke in pain' | |
| Cause del ray funk is in my brain | |
| So I break the law but | |
| I' m not to blame | |
| You only know my place, you don' t know my name | |
| Well, I grip the fence and bent the steal | |
| And I steal a car and | |
| I grip the wheel | |
| And I park the car then | |
| I steal it again' | |
| Cause I really don' t know what' s happening | |
| I wait for night to fall then | |
| I walk outside | |
| And then I run back in ' cause | |
| I don' t wanna die | |
| You see, the air alone, it can corrupt your brain | |
| As smoke fills the sky enough to block the rain | |
| And I pray to god to help me justify | |
| Look over me ' cause my brain is fried | |
| And I don' t have a name, | |
| I don' t have a home | |
| I just lay alone on my bed of stone | |
| You see, death awaits me on my narrow path | |
| And when I stop to think | |
| I can only laugh | |
| Because I' m not alone, it didn' t take me long | |
| To see everybody singing that southwest song | |
| Wooooooo oh weoh | |
| Everybody singing that southwest song | |
| Some say I' m real and some say | |
| I' m fakeBut | |
| I really don' t care ' cause it' s all too late | |
| You see, my mind is weak and | |
| I' m losing breath | |
| As I crawl along | |
| I can feel the death | |
| Everywhere | |
| I go I bring with me pride | |
| And then I pay the carny and | |
| I take a ride | |
| But see, the wheel is wicked and it spins me death | |
| So I try it again with what pride is left | |
| If we have to go then you can take me fast | |
| You see, I started under and | |
| I' m sinking fast | |
| And when the joker' s card is missing from your deck | |
| Then you know the road has finally caught my neck | |
| Eh, yo, don' t look, now, there we go again | |
| It' s me and the grim reaper, best of friends | |
| He' s always hanging round waitin for me to die | |
| We shot a game of pool, he' s not a bad guy | |
| I feel him in the corner of a circled room | |
| At about thirteen in the afternoon | |
| And then I see the strain as | |
| I walk along | |
| I notice everybody singing that southwest song | |
| Wooooooo oh weoh | |
| Everybody singing that southwest song | |
| What does seem bad to you? | |
| I' m angryWhat does seem bad to you? | |
| I' m angryEverybody singing that southwest song | |
| If my time has come, then | |
| I' m ready to go | |
| Shoot me in the face with your fortyfour | |
| And when I' m falling down to my soury death | |
| I' ll laugh with my very last breath hahaha | |
| Lose some, win some, that' s how it goes | |
| I' ve been down and out, | |
| I took many blows | |
| And there ain' t nothing here | |
| I ain' t seen before | |
| I' m just a jugglin juggla jugglin more | |
| You wanna see the world, you wanna run the town | |
| You wanna meet a girl and wanna settle down | |
| You wanna start a family and ya own a home | |
| I wanna run with a set from the ghetto zone | |
| You see the forks up, | |
| I see the forks down | |
| But I' m a wicked clown, so don' t fuck around' | |
| Cause my brain is gone and it' s on it' s way | |
| I' m exploding, so get off me, dog | |
| And I could be right and | |
| I could be wrong | |
| And if I ain' t dead now then it won' t be long | |
| But it does not matter what set you on | |
| Tonight everybody sings that southwest song | |
| Wooooooo oh weoh | |
| Everybody singing that southwest song | |
| What seems bad to you? | |
| Is hitting other kids? |
| zuò cí : Insane Clown Posse | |
| Good people sometimes think bad things | |
| Good people dream bad things, don' t you | |
| Good people even do bad things | |
| Once in a while, we do | |
| Factory smoke and choke in pain' | |
| Cause del ray funk is in my brain | |
| So I break the law but | |
| I' m not to blame | |
| You only know my place, you don' t know my name | |
| Well, I grip the fence and bent the steal | |
| And I steal a car and | |
| I grip the wheel | |
| And I park the car then | |
| I steal it again' | |
| Cause I really don' t know what' s happening | |
| I wait for night to fall then | |
| I walk outside | |
| And then I run back in ' cause | |
| I don' t wanna die | |
| You see, the air alone, it can corrupt your brain | |
| As smoke fills the sky enough to block the rain | |
| And I pray to god to help me justify | |
| Look over me ' cause my brain is fried | |
| And I don' t have a name, | |
| I don' t have a home | |
| I just lay alone on my bed of stone | |
| You see, death awaits me on my narrow path | |
| And when I stop to think | |
| I can only laugh | |
| Because I' m not alone, it didn' t take me long | |
| To see everybody singing that southwest song | |
| Wooooooo oh weoh | |
| Everybody singing that southwest song | |
| Some say I' m real and some say | |
| I' m fakeBut | |
| I really don' t care ' cause it' s all too late | |
| You see, my mind is weak and | |
| I' m losing breath | |
| As I crawl along | |
| I can feel the death | |
| Everywhere | |
| I go I bring with me pride | |
| And then I pay the carny and | |
| I take a ride | |
| But see, the wheel is wicked and it spins me death | |
| So I try it again with what pride is left | |
| If we have to go then you can take me fast | |
| You see, I started under and | |
| I' m sinking fast | |
| And when the joker' s card is missing from your deck | |
| Then you know the road has finally caught my neck | |
| Eh, yo, don' t look, now, there we go again | |
| It' s me and the grim reaper, best of friends | |
| He' s always hanging round waitin for me to die | |
| We shot a game of pool, he' s not a bad guy | |
| I feel him in the corner of a circled room | |
| At about thirteen in the afternoon | |
| And then I see the strain as | |
| I walk along | |
| I notice everybody singing that southwest song | |
| Wooooooo oh weoh | |
| Everybody singing that southwest song | |
| What does seem bad to you? | |
| I' m angryWhat does seem bad to you? | |
| I' m angryEverybody singing that southwest song | |
| If my time has come, then | |
| I' m ready to go | |
| Shoot me in the face with your fortyfour | |
| And when I' m falling down to my soury death | |
| I' ll laugh with my very last breath hahaha | |
| Lose some, win some, that' s how it goes | |
| I' ve been down and out, | |
| I took many blows | |
| And there ain' t nothing here | |
| I ain' t seen before | |
| I' m just a jugglin juggla jugglin more | |
| You wanna see the world, you wanna run the town | |
| You wanna meet a girl and wanna settle down | |
| You wanna start a family and ya own a home | |
| I wanna run with a set from the ghetto zone | |
| You see the forks up, | |
| I see the forks down | |
| But I' m a wicked clown, so don' t fuck around' | |
| Cause my brain is gone and it' s on it' s way | |
| I' m exploding, so get off me, dog | |
| And I could be right and | |
| I could be wrong | |
| And if I ain' t dead now then it won' t be long | |
| But it does not matter what set you on | |
| Tonight everybody sings that southwest song | |
| Wooooooo oh weoh | |
| Everybody singing that southwest song | |
| What seems bad to you? | |
| Is hitting other kids? |
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