Tytuł: OREGON HILL

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The hoods are up on Pine Street,
  rear ends lifted too
  The great-grandsons of General Robert E. Lee
  are making love with a little help from STP
  Their women on the porches comparing alibis
  
  Greasy eggs and bacon,
  bumper stickers aimed to start a fight,
  full gun racks, Confederate caps,
  if you want some 'shine
  well, you can always find some more,
  but what I remember most is the colour of Suzy's door
  
  And Suzy says she's up there
  cutting carrots still
  And Suzy says she's missing me
  so I'm missing Oregon Hill
  
  A river to the south
  to wash away all sins
  A college to the east of us
  to learn where sin begins
  A graveyard to the west of it all
  which I may soon be lying in
  
  'Cause to the north there is a prison
  which I've come to call my home,
  but some Monday morning no country song
  will sing me home again
  
  And Suzy says she's up there
  cutting carrots still
  And Suzy says she's missing me
  so I'm missing Oregon Hill
  
  Sunday morning, eight A.M.,
  sirens fill the air
  Sounds like someone made the river
  Sounds like someone being born again
  Me, I'm just lying here in Suzy's bed
  
  Baptists celebrating with praises to the Lord,
  rednecks doing it with gin
  Me and Suzy, we're celebrating
  the joy of sleeping in
  because tomorrow I'll be home again
  
  But Suzy says she'll wait there
  cutting carrots by the window sill
  And Suzy says, 'Always think of me
  when you think of Oregon Hill'
  
  
  THIS STREET, THAT MAN, THIS LIFE
  (Michael Timmins)
  
  This street holds its secrets like a cobra holds its kill
  This street minds its business like a jailer minds his jail
  That house there is haunted
  That door's a portal to hell
  This street holds its secrets very well
  
  That man wears his skin like a dancer wears her veils
  That man stalks his victims like a cancer stalks a cell
  That man's soul has left him his heart's as deadly as a rusty nail
  That man sheds his skin like a veil
  
  Lord, you play a hard game, you know we follow every rule
  Then you take the one thing we thought we'd never lose
  All I ask is if she's with you please keep her warm and safe
  and if it's in your power please purge the memory of this place
  
  This life holds its secrets like a sea shell holds the sea,
  soft and distant calling like a fading memory
  This life has its victories but its defeats tear so viciously
  This life holds its secrets like the sea