Fare you well my honey Fare you well my only true one All the birds that were singing Have flown except you alone Goin to leave this Broke-down Palace
My spy boy saw you spy boy sittin' by the bi-yo My spy boy told your spy boy, "i'm gonna set you flag on fi-yo." I said, "hey now,"
back your yellow hair Bid a last farewell to your william-o. Sweet william he is dead pretty peggy-o, sweet william he is dead pretty peggy-o, Sweet william he is dead
like to get some sleep before I travel, But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in. Busted, down on Bourbon Street, Set up, like a bowlin
me cry The who exploded Into fired light Hugh Masekelas music Was black as night Grateful Dead Blew everybody's mind Jimi Hendrix, baby Believe me Set
of the month, bro, [Incomprehensible] try to dispatch Always got the good badge, take it to the head Got me wasted like Jerry from the Grateful Dead
he was penniless. Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every year thousand of
if you honor me in kind, I will be grateful, but be warned For I'm an angry, jealous God Who placed the demons in hell And the angels in heaven At my side Set
gangsta bitches I diminish ideas of bringin beef Before the thought even finishes I wanna see red, blood from a chicken head 'for I wild the fuck out like the grateful dead
You know, that guy down the club... [Fred Casely] There's no guy. [Roxie Hart] Yeah, that night... [Fred Casely] It's the first time I set foot in
Who exploded into fire and light Hugh Masekela's music was black as night The Grateful Dead Blew everybody's mind Jimi Hendrix, baby Believe me, set
to the end Into the grateful pit Into the ever black Where there is no return You will forever rest You will never see heaven I'm the one to set you
bitches I diminish ideas of bringin' beef Before the thought even finishes I wanna see red, blood from a chicken head For I wild the fuck out like the grateful dead
["Truckin'" originally by Grateful Dead] Alright! Hey, are we ready? Well I'm a mean machine, I'm the kind you don't wanna meet My middle name is trouble
that Flavor of the month programmers try to dispatch Always got the good batch, take it to the head Got you wasted like Jerry from the Grateful Dead
bro, (?) try to dispatch Always got the good badge, take it to the head Got me wasted like Jerry from the Grateful Dead Don't trip, get a grip, be strong
of cold and he was penniless. Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every year