1. SAD MAN'S TONGUE

Well my mama told me: son you better watch out
All those nasty woman gonna rip you dime for dime
But I got my pocket full of real tales, and a broken guitar mode
And the story keep on rollin', out from a sad man's tongue

Left my mama and papa's nest
I got the fever rambling my bones
Papa said: my boy, take my Johnny Cash vinyls and go
Well I got my pocket full of real tales, and a broken guitar mode
And the story keep on rollin', out from a sad man's tongue

Strollin' down the highway with uncle Sam roaring: rebel kid get your ass home
Your ass belongs to me
Leave your Johnny Cash songs and get home
But I got my pocket full of real tales, and a broken guitar mode
And the story keep on rollin', out from a sad man's tongue

Singing in the cell one, fourty, nine, five
No way should I wear guns, I'm sitting my time

Left one, fourty, nine, five with plenty rock'n'roll songs painting the road
Education sucks, so I sing my song for you

And I got my pocket full of real tales
And a broken guitar mode
And the story keep on rollin' out from a sad man's tongue


2. SOULWEEPER #2

Settle down for a moment cause your heart is beating hard
Baby you've been my lover, and I told you from the start
Better no promises, and I'll do you no harm

But you're keep on the question I tell you not to pop
But maybe it's been a hurting, it's been hurting from the start
Do you not coping then tear it apart

Never wanted it this way
Oh baby I'm dying I'm crying over it
Maybe you feel it to, oh baby I'm blue

A barren winter came over and your mood was like a fire
7 years and a summer, and you still sit there cry
You're better without me, and you're one of a kind

If I knew that December should bring a silent part
Shaded truth and partisian between disperated lines
Truly now drifting alone in the dark

Never wanted it this way
Oh baby I'm dying I'm crying over it
Maybe you feel it to, oh baby I'm blue

Well it's over and a letter is flying high
Out the window to catch a hand of thine
Could the founder release it's bloody words
Scream the anger and sorrow of a girl

But you're keep on the question I tell you not to pop
But maybe it's been a hurting, it's been hurting from the start
Do you not coping then tear it apart

Never wanted it this way
Oh baby I'm dying I'm crying over it
Maybe you feel it to, oh baby I'm blue
Maybe you feel it to, baby I'm blue