Long,
long,
long,
long,
long, long, long, long, long, long.
Like a honeybee beating on my screen door,
I got a little buzz in my head.
It's so from my bed, I feel the sun.
Long round here,
but morning comes just a creeping.
You know,
just a free man.
You shot here like a bullet from a gun.
Flip of switch.
The bar says, Hey, you let me play.
I feel alone.
I can't crazy.
Just rebound.
enabled on on the past hair
Perils of love on the past hath
It's kinda like my last centilite,
this scent was just a revolve
Your cocaine kiss and caffeine love got onto my skin and then
My blood that needs you back comes over me
Like I was crawling up a hickory tree just to creep
Mr. Creepin'
Mr. Creepin'
Head
for the future,
run for the past,
hide from the man in the back
Want drinks, yeah, the whiskey romance
Kinda like my last centilite,
this scent was just a revolve
Mr. Creepin'
Mr. Creepin'
Creep on me,
run Bring it down,
down,
down,
down,
down,
down,
down,
down
Yeah,
this last night I saw the light in that tunnel on the other side
Thought I found my way out of this
pain only to find the old memory train
Creepin'
Yeah, creepin'
Yeah, creepin'
Creepin'
Creep,
creep,
creepin'
My favorite times as a music fan was
knowing that I was seeing something live.
And I knew I would never,
ever be in that moment ever again.
And that is, uh,
that's the power of music and that is
the genesis of where this show came from.