is, it is [2X] I do this for my kids, my kids, my kids [2X] Now homey do you dig, do you dig, do you dig? It is what it is, it is, is is I do this for
west had changed since th D old days of wyatt earp and home on the range, and here then is a modern cowboy ballad commemorating that delightful metamorphosis called the wild west
the ocean pours from her eyes while the statues crumble aside and this city overrun with traffic is so over concentrated with this static and I scream
home? When Jesus is my fortress And my constant friend is He His eye is on the sparrow And I know He cares for me His eye is on the sparrow And I know
the world is lonely now I tried so hard to make you happy With love your heart would not allow It's hard to know you'll never love me All the world is
Lonely is a rainy day when home is something far away And someone special on your mind, you'd sure love to see Lonely is a call to home when no one's
Lord I come to Thee on bended knees my heart is apressed by my sinfulness Renew my strenght and fate in Thee block out my careless deeds Oh Lord is it
The last word in lonesome is me The last word in lonesome is me My heart is as lonely as a heart can be lonely And the last word in lonesome is me Too
changed my mind in a minute It breaks my heart to admit it Don't make me say The king is dead The king is dead King is dead King is dead King is dead
Is it really me sittin' here crying Well it shouldn't be It just can't be me my eyes're lying Cause that's not you it just can't be you you wouldn't be
from scene that you might need me It's too bad that you're not glad for I could take you to the place where love is Someone you loved another time is
Verse 1: I dont need no little ass/ I need a ghetto ass/Girl with a little car that can make it cross town with just a little gas/I know when we
buy one off the floor And the ceiling's painted gold, Mary's hair is red The old come here to kiss their dead And if Venice is sinking, I'm going under
The ocean pours from her eyes, While the statues crumble aside, And this city overrun with traffic, Is so overconcentrated with static. And I scream,
We live like were on the west coast Making love like were in hospitals She?s been my crush for some time She?s my minx, she?s my butterfly We know she
Översättning: Cockney Rejects och West Ham Fans. Var fan är Babylon?.
