There ain't no rest for the wicked. Money don't grow on trees. I got bills to pay. I got mouths to feed, there ain't nothing in this world for free. I know I can't slow down, I can't hold back though you know I wish I could, oh no there ain't no rest for the wicked, until we close our eyes for good.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
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nice, somebody's been decorating here...
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