Waylon Jennings - The Eagle lyrics

Lord

Make me stronger than all my enemies

Because the R.O.C. is now

My mind is in melt down

As I puff upon the black mouth smoke

Observing my enemies as they coast

In an un-presidential fashion

But the (?) surrounds

Contains masses of mind waves

I pray that they souls may rest in piece

Because they're dead

And they don't even know it yet

But I see, I see

Organizations corrupt

The bad man stands direct

Infront of God's chapel

He snaps the very fabrics

Of his existance is now kill

And now his mind I must steal and kneal

May you rest in peace

I'm away in the night

I'm asleep in the day

Got to keep my skin from

All of them sun rays

Got a plushed out coffin

With the velvet interior

The house sleeps in style, bitches

'Cause we inferior

Tinted sun moves

So I can see the moon rise

See my body come alive

And darkness fill my eyes

Oh my goodness

It's on, as my coffin opens

I grab your fucking neck

'Cause it was made for choking

I'm provoking the horror field

Strap a gat (?)

I like my bitches bloody red

Like steaks after (?)

Rest in peace

Black streets and alley ways

I'm heading you off at the crossroads

My dying days shades my face

Keeping me safe through all this mess

It's going to be a challange

But I'm like fuck it to releave stress

Don't need to heata'

Instead I eat a bag of cheapa

Feelin' your mind's weaker

Rotatin' through your bumpin' speaker

I sent your deepest thoughts straight to the back

Like lay down motherfucker it's a jack

Drunk and I'm crying thinking about major memories

From old school to new school

Rest in peace

Pour on some hennessy and I'm out