Dead End Road - Buck69
Written by：Tom R Clawson
Ohhhhh
Oh no no
I like my beardband knees
When it touches my lips
I like my women big bone
Oh love her it's not to complicating
I like to take things nice and smooth
One day at a town down this dead end road
Isn't done our really
I don't need no veska to get from me to be
They need no hello to get what's comin' to me
It's not to complicating
I like to take things nice and slow
Talkin' 'bout one day at a town
Down this dead end road
Streat on there
I wake up in the morning
The force is in my hand
Screamin' and yellin' voice
Don't get up from that day
But I got to find the way seeing mason green
So I keep travelin' down this dead end on road
'Til it comes a wind
One day in the town down this dead end road
I rather be judge by twelve
Than it became red by six
So I choose my words carefuly
And carry one big stick
It's not to complicating
I like to take things nice and smooth
Talkin' 'bout one day at a town
One day at a town no no
One day at a town
Down in this dead end road