Heavy Sweet Crude
Bio?: Boy: busy little beaver I was seventeen, telling all the girls I was nineteen, sitting on the steps in the lime green, dreaming of a world I was going to meet, baby, hope you dig my tune enough to drop a coupla rupees... Youth: glad to make it to the dance, see the world through young romance, every dream deserves a change, take the flag, be the champ, lead the way... Man: living week to week, on the edge of sanity, pay you dues now hurry, back to the starting gun... Love: mind is blind, heart feels right, soul breaks the tie... Death: will you hold my hand, whisper the best you can, was I a man, the way that you'd hoped for... will I shame your name, like you would I flame, will I feel the same, when my time come forth... Lyrics, Copyright 2001-2004 Super Slick Media, LLC. All Rights Reserved.