I'm dreaming tonight
 I'm living back home
 
 Right!
 
 Take me back to-a south Tallahassee
 Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafras-y
 Can't stand up on my feet in the city
 Gotta get back to the real nitty gritty
 
 Yes sir, no sir
 Don't come close to my
 Home, sweet home
 Can't catch no dose
 Of my hot tail poontang sweetheart, sweathog
 That makes ya a purse
 From a J. Paul Getty and his ear
 With her face in her beer
 
 Home Sweet Home
 
 Get out in the field put the mule in the stable
 Ma, she's a cookin' put the eats on the table
 Hate's in the city and my love's in the meadow
 Hand's on the plow and my feet's in the ghetto
 
 Stand up, sit down
 Don't do nothing
 It ain't no good when boss man's
 Stuffin' down their throats
 For paper notes
 And their babies cry
 While cities lie at their feet
 When you're rockin' the streets
 
 Home Sweet Home
 
 Mama, take me home, sweet home
 I was the last child
 I'm just a punk in the street...
 
czwartek, 15 grudnia 2011
Aerosmith Last Child
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