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Soul Asylum Black Gold The Best Of Soul Asylum

Two boys on a playground Tryin' to push each other down See the crowd gather 'round Nothing attracts a crowd like a crowd Black gold in a white plight

Now everybody's looking after me If I'm dragging by some coat tail I can't see it's too dark But I've got to know what's got the best of me When the

She walks into the outhouse The cold night breathes into her face The flies are standing still now The moon it spills through the place And she starts

They say misery Loves company We could start a company And make misery Frustrated Incorporated Well I know just what you need I might just have the

floor before Picked it apart for hours and hours and hours and hours Of turning tossing and looking and listening to you And all the fucked up things you do But you're doing the best

first President With two heads, are better than one He puts his heads in his hands Says I got to put my heads together I can become the best President

What are you doing here in my nightmare? Stepping back into the stupidness gets me nowhere Look at you now, you look like an angel in hell Look at you

I fell in love with a hooker She laughed in my face So seriously I took her I was a disgrace I was out of line, I was out of place Out of time to save