where the river meets the sea
and the sun touches ocean
when moon and sun unite
and the month is at an end
how you step upon that plane
and I'm waiting for the train
why I never told you this
and you didn't want to know
who can say that I am wrong
'cause I knew it all along
where the river meets the sea
I'll be waiting there alone

fucking gypsies

I'd like to piss in
that sweet anna lee's
pretty little mouth

then I'd tell the gov'nor
and any fucker who asks
my name and motivation

those dirty gypsies
that bitch anna lee
that stole my wife and children


I hate gypsies. Ever since that fortune teller ruined my love life. I was with this girl, who was with two guys. But the other relationship was dying, until she went and had her fortune told. The gypsy said "You're going to find a man with a white car and a beach-house", which funnily enough fit her other man. You figure out the rest. Fuckers.