and I route you'll never see another Christmas Expect Nicholas to be dressed in black Coming down the chimney bustin' caps Superficial goons to the backs and spleen Dumping like a garbage man
You got to be kidding when you say your line is cast You got to be kidding when you say that this will last You got to be putting me on, you got to be
One, two, three, start Be stiff, b-abies be stiff Fruit ooze is wetly lewd Stay dry in rubber boots and Be stiff, b-abies be stiff Cucumbers ripe and
to declare We're through being cool We're through being cool Spank the pank who tried to drive you nuts Time to clean some house Be a man or a mouse
Was it some man that didn't treat you right? Left you reaching out for him in the middle of the night Is there some heartache that you can't out run?
Shine on your light Lead me to your home Lower your sights Put away your comb Though black babies are starving And cows fed for the carving All I know
Listen as your day unfolds, challenge what the future holds Try and keep your head up to the sky Lovers, they may cause you tears Go ahead release your
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Sit, good dog Stay, bad dog Down Roll over Well, here's a good man and a pretty young girl Trying to play together somehow I'm wasting my life, you're
calling it's time to do you all in Everybody jump jump, boys trip what what Let my double barrel shotty go barump-pa-pump-pum Slangin slab motor rocks up in no man
, du vet varfor Man maste vara manniska vaga tanka sjalv Man maste vara manniska som kan kanna igen Man maste vara manniska Det ar det enda vi har Man
Lovers in the basement Sipping on a cola Their friend goes in to see them But they don't have to be afraid I go down the stairwell I stare at the stairwell
When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high piled books, in charact'ry, Hold like rich garners the
ich war immer freundlich lieb und nett kriegte nie irgend 'ne frau ins bett und dann auf macho,cool und arrogant plA¶tzlich kamen sie angerannt und wieder
im damne if i do and damned if dont holla fuck the world with ma chest full of smoke i choke on ma
Well, there's slim times when my words won't rhyme And the hills I face are a long hard climb I just sit cross-legged with my old guitar It kind of makes
You always wanted more time To do what you always wanted to do Now you got it And I, I must be high To say goodbye Bye, bye, bye You never said you
Told me that you loved me You've been looking for me all your life Told you I was married You said, "Baby it don't seem right" One touch from your fingers
