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From the 12 inch single "Nineteen" by Phil Lynott with bonus Thin Lizzy track
Also appeared on the live Thin Lizzy album BBC Radio One Live In
took my penicillin and I took my band
To a town made of glitter girls and cocaine friends
Got handed the dream by the age of eighteen
Saw more than most
the Wisp
The time now is no time
The temperature is cold
And the news is blue
But for now the light still shines

Off the same album, this is
and had a son
And now he makes his living as a singing comedian
I'm in every Zeppelin album; I'm in all Rush Limbaugh's rants
I'm the reason that
band
I can put you on a list
For a show in Carson City

Later on
When we were tired
As we drew
By the fire
Of the eye in the sky
That was with us tonight
Kings adored, abhorred
Apple, crown and sword
Lions green and red
By fire killed and wed

One more day youÂ'll see
Master good John Dee
Wisdom's
my album was coconuts so they rewound it
I knew they was hypnoholics by how their voices sounded
I pull a silver can out of my trousers
Paid
I'm down with

'Til I replied, "the Navy Seals outfit"
They told me my album was coconuts so they rewound it
I knew they was hypnoholics by how
Well, I was singin' some old cheatin' song
When this blue-eyed blonde came by
She said, I'm a table over in the corner
Why don't you drop around
By: jimmy buffett
1980
This song is for billy clyde tuggel. I hope you make it to tahiti one day.
-- spoken:
"play ball!! (one, two, three, four)"
dirt ditch
Buried by a shovel hand
Dead screams from the son of a bitch
Coming out to beat the band
Oh baby how I love your bite
Turn my smile
Buried by a shovel hand
Dead screams from the son of a bitch
Coming out to beat the band
Oh baby how I love your bite
Turn my smile upside down
Oh
Vultures and helicopters overhead I'm broken down 
Used car blues, it's no time to joke around. 
The only solution I can think of so far 
Is
a kill again
Y'all fake niggas, how the fuck could you be real again?
Murder all foes; I trap 'em up then I seal 'em in
Rubber band fitted, S Yutan
and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her niggaz too (ha)
I can do bad by myself; went from rags to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to, plenty
Trousers rolled, the sea is cold 
But it's good for chillblains 

On the prom, white plimsolls and blue shorts 
Brass band playing by the tennis courts
make a deal off of blood money
Make an album off the drug money
Take the label money and launder it under the table money
And open businesses
It
And hey Son, life is more than having fun
So run and get some help with the problems that you face
Take a taste of the bass put your perspective in place
your bastard style has just been stuck
By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin'
What if how's about why would
Never thought that the napalm would bust
and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her niggaz too (ha)
I can do bad by myself; went from rags to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to, plenty
and cry.

The ballroom is quiet and empty,
Where the bands once used to play;
And the battlefields are resting and still,
With the ghosts of the blue
of your son, nigga
Stack it up and take care of that money
You know I ran it all up by myself
And now your bitch drinkin' cum nigga
My diamonds yellow
Blue eyed Susans, standing in a domino line
Falling in and out of love all the time
They'll break your heart just to see a boy cry
ah but not me
I am
Billy was born in a one room shack
On the Tennessee line by the railroad track
Caught a bad fever and he went blind
And his Daddy ran off about
Navy Seal top runner, rhyme this summer
For real, marinatin' nigga's skatin' 
Debatin' waitin' style flowinly relatin'
Fine line switch it on ya like