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Albums:

För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · This Delicious: Terminal Sales, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Sales Tax Toddle (Richard Greene) · July Sales Compilation (Hutchinson, Hutch) · 1998 Mercury February Sales Sampler (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


leaves and walking dogs
Daily deeds and bob a jobs
Sitting babies salting snow
Helping ladies cross the road
Washing cars, recycling tins
Catching
They grabbed bob, he started screamin'
It was all my fault

There were men and dogs 
And helicopter buzzin' all around
They had the brothers
screeching to a halt
They grabbed bob, he started screamin'
It was all my fault

There were men and dogs 
And helicopter buzzin' all around
They had
the weight of the world 
And the river runs a little too deep 
Like a hound dog chasing a bird 
Sometimes a certain tom's gotta peep 
I'm a peek-a-boy,
screeching to a halt

They grabbed Bob, he started screaming that it was my fault
There were men and dogs and helicopters flying all around
They had
two, and ask for Bob."

Well, I called Bob up on the telephone, he says, "Hello, this is Bob speakin'." I says "This here the Bob got the pickup truck
scarred
Tom apart
A house is ablaze on the hillside
A sign says "This land is not for sale"

HARDLAND

Ripped and tom apart
Hard dreams
Leave me scarred
In
The man in the moon to a powder
His staff I'll break and his dog I'll shake
And there'll howl no demon louder

[Chorus]

For to see mad Tom of Bedlam
sluts, to Eek-A-Mouse
Tom for lettin' us practice and crash, chili part all night

PEN1, Fugazi, Rhino '59, Greek1
The last Puriah's and Naomis' hair
sluts, to Eek-A-Mouse
Tom for lettin' us practice and crash, chili part all night

PEN1, Fugazi, Rhino '59, Greek1
The last Puriah's and Naomis' hair
The man in the moon to a powder
His staff I'll break and his dog I'll shake
And there'll howl no demon louder

[Chorus]

For to see mad Tom of Bedlam
with shrimp
Flyer than Dumbo ears is, bitch

Uhh, now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'm a lightnin' streak
to get Bob a "Dr." 
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her 
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her 
But ever since
for waitresses off the clock
When it's late and the lot gets dark and fake like he walks his dog
Drag 'em in the woods and go straight to the chopping
to get Bob a "Dr." 
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her 
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her 
But ever since
lot for waitresses off the clock 
When it's late and the lot gets dark and fake like he walks his dog 
Drag 'em in the woods and go straight
to get Bob a "Dr." 
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her 
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her 
But ever since
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a gin shot too, but what cares I for praise ?
I
stand 
Cold dog soup and rainbow pie 
Is all it takes to get me by 
Fool my belly till the day I die 
Cold dog soup and rainbow pie 

Ginsberg
Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford

Chorus:
Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John's gonna beat you, beneath the shinin' sun.

Long
to disagree?"
So Bernice bobs her hair and is instantly ensnared
In a trap so well prepared by Marjorie

Her hair was long, her hair was dark
Her hair fell
flapped long ears and didn't brush up by day
Got his long ears whittled and his old hid scorched in a most artistic way
Now one fine day old Sandy Bob he
Guns, shootouts and crack sales
Black males who pack jails, trapped in hell
No peace, cold streets, surrounded by po-lice
This whole week,
dog sad face

Put a down payment on my meal plan, just to see your shit eating grin
Save the frown for when you need to shed your skin,
Selling
He likes to keep his guns around the house
Just in case
Sundays he visits his son who's doing time for
Shooting someone
And we quietly stand by