1.Cocaine Blues
Lyricist：T. J. Arnall
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin' 44 beneath my head
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I ran too slow
Oh, they overtook me down in Juarez Mexico
Late in the hot joints, takin' my pills
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said, 'Willy Lee, your name is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down'
Said, 'Yes, oh yes, my name is Willy Lee
If you've got a warrant just a read it to me
Shot her down because she made me slow
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more'
When I was arrested I was dressed in black
They put me on a train and they took me back
Had no friends to put my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail
Early next mornin' 'bout a half past 9
I spied a sheriff coming down the line
He coughed oh, he cleared his throat
He said, 'Come on, you dirty heck into the court'
Into the courtroom my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw that little judge commence to look about
In about five minutes in walked a man
He held the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read in the first degree
I hollered, 'Lordy, Lordy, have a mercy on me'
The judge, he smiled as he picked up his pen
99 years in the Folsom pen
99 years underneath the ground
Can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down
Come on, come on, you've gotta listen to me
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be
Let that cocaine be
2.Bridge
Lyricist：Christopher Edwin Gonzalez, David Andrew Hause, Michael
Hanrahan Sneeringer, Bernard David Walsh
On the bridge made of stone
Stands a man all alone
The bridge was his motivation
It worked him to the bone
With every nail that he drove
It drove him farther from his own
He's punishing isolation
But the bridge just feels like home
(Home, home, home)
She didn't feel quite the same
She despised the bridge and who he became
She left in devastation
She left him there in shame
He said, â½I don't understand
This is not part of your planâ
But it got lost in the translation
Like a castle made of sand
Oh, a castle made of sand
In all the years he's spent struggling
He's been haunted at every turn
He fights the fear as he's growing old
And reminds us in all that he's learned that we build and burn
(Burn, burn, burn)
Burn
Here I am all alone
On that bridge made of stone
With smothering motivation
I'm working to the bone
In the end it's what I've known
It's what I hate, but I have to show
The bridge is my dedication
The bridge just feels like home
Yeah, the bridge just feels like home, yeah, yeah
In all the years I've been struggling
I've been haunted at every turn
I fight the fear as I'm growing old
And remember in all that I've learned that we build and burn
All the years he's been struggling
He's been haunted at every turn
(That we build and burn)
He fights the fear as he's growing old
Remind us in all that he's learned that we build and burn
(Burn, burn, burn)
3.Inquirer
Lyricist：Christopher Edwin Gonzalez, David Andrew Hause, Michael
Hanrahan Sneeringer, Bernard David Walsh
Is the writing on the wall？
It's getting harder to read it these days
Are we paranoid or basically okay？
Are the books not adding up？
Is every battle an effort to maintain？
Does the signal fade？ Do you feel afraid？
Has your faith been shattered 'cause you never had a say？
Do those planes keep crashing in the middle of your dreams？
Does your conscience scream a little louder every day？
Is it just fear that keeps you here？
Are we in over our heads？
We're popping pills just to sleep sound at night
The fever holds like a lonely parasite
Is the truth not adding up？
Is it getting harder to not criticize？
What we justify, are you terrified？
Has your faith been shattered 'cause you never had a say？
Do those planes keep crashing in the middle of your dreams？
Does your conscience scream a little louder every day？
Is it just fear that keeps you here？ Is it just fear that keeps
you here？
Is the writing on the wall？
It's getting harder to read it these days
Are we paranoid or basically okay？
Is the truth not adding up？
Is it getting harder to not criticize？
What we justify, are you terrified？
Has your faith been shattered 'cause you never had a say？
Do those planes keep crashing in the middle of your dreams？
What I'm really asking here is will you find reasons to stand？
Or is it fear that keeps us here？ Is it just fear that keeps us
Is it just fear that keeps us here？
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