Classic love story true to his western tx roots. One of my favorites as a story, but I think there are alot of songs that are amazing not even listed on this site. I guess I should figure out how to add them, because I have about 8 REK cd's.
Don't tell me now with a smile on your face
That you're lost down and out
When there was nothing left in me
You can't stop fucking with my head
Stop fucking with my head
My silence you break
The smile that you fake (you fake)
There's not one thing that you can say to make it right
Unless you say I'm leaving
And if you're not then please tell me why
Please tell me why you can't
Save face
Say it to my face
Can I take all the filth in your head
All the words that you said (that you said)
And throw it away (throw it out)
You can't stop fucking with my head
Stop fucking with my head
My silence you break
The smile that you take away
There's not one thing that you can say to make it right
Unless you say I'm leaving
And if you're not then please tell me why
Please tell me why
There's not one thing that you can say to make it right
Unless you say I'm leaving
And if you're not then please tell me why
Please tell me why you cant
That shit you're talkin' don't mean nothing to me anymore
Limp dick, you fuck stick let's settle the score
Run and hide you know I'll find you anywhere
Motherfucker, two faced pirck with hell to pay
What's real is real, it's time to step up to the plate again
Swing batter-batter, swing batter-batter, swing,
What's real is real, it's time to step up to the plate again
Swing batter-batter, fucked me for the last time!
Just take a swing
C'mon you should've taken that swing
Just take your swing
There's not one thing that you can say to make it right
Unless you say I'm leaving
And if you're not then please tell me why
Please tell me why
There's not one thing that you can say to make it right
Unless you say I'm leaving
And if you're not then please tell me why
Please tell me why you cant
Swing
Just take your sing
Fuck you!
Just take your swing
You can't stop fuckin' with my head
Stop fucking with my head
That you're lost down and out
When there was nothing left in me
You can't stop fucking with my head
Stop fucking with my head
My silence you break
The smile that you fake (you fake)
There's not one thing that you can say to make it right
Unless you say I'm leaving
And if you're not then please tell me why
Please tell me why you can't
Save face
Say it to my face
Can I take all the filth in your head
All the words that you said (that you said)
And throw it away (throw it out)
You can't stop fucking with my head
Stop fucking with my head
My silence you break
The smile that you take away
There's not one thing that you can say to make it right
Unless you say I'm leaving
And if you're not then please tell me why
Please tell me why
There's not one thing that you can say to make it right
Unless you say I'm leaving
And if you're not then please tell me why
Please tell me why you cant
That shit you're talkin' don't mean nothing to me anymore
Limp dick, you fuck stick let's settle the score
Run and hide you know I'll find you anywhere
Motherfucker, two faced pirck with hell to pay
What's real is real, it's time to step up to the plate again
Swing batter-batter, swing batter-batter, swing,
What's real is real, it's time to step up to the plate again
Swing batter-batter, fucked me for the last time!
Just take a swing
C'mon you should've taken that swing
Just take your swing
There's not one thing that you can say to make it right
Unless you say I'm leaving
And if you're not then please tell me why
Please tell me why
There's not one thing that you can say to make it right
Unless you say I'm leaving
And if you're not then please tell me why
Please tell me why you cant
Swing
Just take your sing
Fuck you!
Just take your swing
You can't stop fuckin' with my head
Stop fucking with my head
Lyrics submitted by illninofan
Face to Face Lyrics as written by Vince Hornsby John Connolly
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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He is basically just saying he's sick of people who talk tons of shit, but when they meet face to face, they puss out and hide their true feelings.
He just wants to settle it, but if he snaps on the guy he will be the one who looks like a jerk, so he just wishes he would take a swing and they can settle it that way.
Fun song, not exactly their deepest stuff, but it definatly rocks.