Bring all the family Take all the family Let all the family See all the family Bring all the family out to the holiday While we're all still around Show
I'm still young, but I know my days are numbered 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 and so on But a time will come, when these numbers have all ended And all I've ever seen
Here I am lost in the wind 'Round in circles sailing Like a ship that never comes in Standing by myself Sing a sad song for a good man Sing a sad song
Black suits, eyes closed, Nothing left to hear. One mistake, blame the youth, Crossed the line of fear. Burn the bridges that we crossed in time, Seemed
Killa 'For leaf big blowgun, fag nigga's bitch, doj' an' Peach chrome, sick Rover, Zeke home so bend over He looked at me and said "Killa I'll be your
Going to your funeral and feeling I could scream Everything goes away, driving down the highway Through the perfect sunny dream A perfect day for perfect
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(Traditional, arranged by Ry Cooder) Instrumental
I can feel it in the way your blood and heart beats (My body's cold and it thinks that I'm already gone) Or is it in the way your body moves (I'd like
I can feel it in the way your blood and heart beats My body's cold and it thinks that I'm already gone Or is it in the way your body moves I'd like to
Trabajar trabajar trabajar trabajar trabajar Ya no quiero trabajar Trabajar trabajar trabajar trabajar trabajar Ya no quiero trabajar Y si la noche fueran
The night before the funeral, I got some I sneaked a young girl up the stairs and past my mum I took her clothes off and I played with her bits And she
Now's not the time to be so sad and mournful We are going to the funeral and we'll be dancing the night away So, so, so don't be so shy, we are living
I am a crooked man and I've walked a crooked mile Night, the shameless widow doffed her weeds, in a pile The stars all winked at me, they shamed a child
A year has passed since the funeral The smell of rotten earth A blackened space and time Write my name around a circle of fire ...In a pace of shadow
The sky is blue, the grass is brown My head is buried inside this helmet The ever present threat of parasites So take my hand, let's get these motors
Can't send no fourteen year-old boy to no school The only thing I learned in the years I worked on my daddy's farm was, "son, you better get them
Boy, I wanna get you alone I wanna cover you in chocolate, and turn off the phone Damn, I think I'm losing my mind What's been coming over me? I wanna
