Lyrics:
seashells driftwood and burlap
They make a deal when they come to town
The Sunday swap meet is a battle ground
She loves him more than he will ever know
your weapon on the table
Wrapped in burlap, barely able
Don't get angry, don't discourage
Take a shot of liquid courage
'Cause my monsters are
of pain and what we'd become
If I could go back now
I'd pick you wildflowers
Tie 'em in burlap string
Tell you what you mean to me
Some days are
two piece squares
Then I'm going to get some burlap
And I'm going to cut them into two by two piece squares
And then I'm going to put them onto
some plywood and cut them up into two by two piece squares
Then I'm going to get some burlap and I'm going to cut them into two by two
Piece squares
hair was braided
And wrapped around her head
And her dress was long and faded
And her home a rusty shed
In a little patch of burlap
Tied with
by two feet squares
Then I'm going to get some burlap and I'm going to cut them into
two by two feet squares, and then I'm going to put them onto
repay you
I'm dragging it along
In heavy, wet burlap
But I'm out of breath
When I am on my back
Now all these years
I've chalked it up to
The time in life
You must think I'm mad
You must think I'm crazy
You must think I've lost my head
My bones are made of hay
My skin is made of burlap bursting
this burlap
And jump in the river
Life has just begun
When blood is in the water
Cursed by time
And time ain't over
Take the dive
To drown the monsters
I
bleed out
Teach me how
To unbind my bruised arms
Teach me how
To burn this burlap muzzle
I'm your scarecrow
When the flock arrives in October
cnd
She's got a ham in her handbag, a pig in her purse
She's got two ply, no fly, baby buggers
She's got a burlap sack, she's on a voter parade
Gonna
With skin as tough as a burlap sack he had his second heart attack last summer
But he's still goin'
There's a melancholy in his eyes, for all
that's made of embalmed ladies
A head in a burlap sack and lips on a string
Some scraps and fats and skeletons and sure as you're born
The ugliest of all
body is getting hot
My body is getting hot
My eyes are blindfolded
I feel like I'm losing too much blood
A burlap mask is on my head
Soon I'll be just
prepare worse than a boo is silence
That means no one cares
Your act's glamorous, pyro and extravagance
But what's inside my burlap
Sack is hazardous go
Would you grab the fucking rope hang me on the tree
Let the maggots eat me up let them mutilate me
Burlap sack on my head let it suffocate me
Just deprive
BUTA'A APULA
WE LOS POPOTILLOS, TORANG BADBOYS KILLA
BURLAP GAMARTO, GET YOUR F***** ASS DOWN
ATIK AGAP SINI ANAGN MINTA BRAPA ROUND
DABORIBO MENTALITY
That boy R.I.P he took a dirt nap
I just caught a body double homi she's a thirst trap
Sloppy for the burlap
Thotty that's a zombie got me trynna see
worries in a burlap sack
And cast them back to the sea
And though I fight, in the middle of the night
They all alight right back to me
They all alight right
Broadcasting, to all couch potatoes
Plug your ears all you sun ripened tomatoes
Don't need to feel the sun on my back
I'm right at home in my burlap sack
Huh,
show
But there was the same old shoot-'em-up
And the same old rodeo
Salty Sam was tryin' to stuff
Sweet Sue in a burlap sack
He said, "if you
But there was the same old shoot-'em-up and the same old rodeo
Salty Sam was tryin' to stuff Sweet Sue in a burlap sack, he said
"If you don't give me
Nature
You get paid by Father Time
Chicks are gonna cackle
And every burlap sack'll be full of 'tatoes and tobaccos
And dozens of different good
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