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Hollywood Funeral lyrics - The Story Of Kickstand Charlie
| Title: |
The Story Of Kickstand Charlie |
| Artist: |
Hollywood Funeral |
| Album: |
Hollywood Funeral |
| Year: |
2005 |
| Submitted by: |
DJ McPhatpants |
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Heartbreak, 3 bowls, and a bottle of whisky
The recipe cliché for Kickstand Charlie
(He lost) everything he had (He’s lost) and he aint coming back
Cause life’s kinda hard when you’ve got no socks on
And life’s kinda hard when you live in a box on State Street
A worn out face to Second Avenue, Yeah
He’s walking down the street singing this song
He’s trying to figure where He went wrong
No friends no family in this cruel world
But he’s got a pink bike that he stole from a girl
He’s riding down the highway streamers in the wind
With a basket on the front and a bottle of gin
He’s got no where to go and he’s wondering
I can’t ignore exactly what we’re fighting for
And I don’t know, I don’t know
What this life has got in store, for me now
Cause I’m holding on, I’m holding on to what I got
Because what I got is all I got between you and me
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