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nuts in my hand
The punks want to front cause I got my own band
Goddamn I'm the man with the helly buzz
And my shit don't stink, like eli's does
make a hike, go long, first down, that's 10 racks
She said I can't fuck for free I told her that's cool by me
Said I can't fuck for free, she gon'
As sad misfortune came over me
Which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from me friends and relations
betrayed by the black velvet band

Her
I still hear the snares in the square
Colors ablaze in the evening
The air was still down the stormy hills
It's good to be young and daring

She
Right down to Van Dieman's land 
Far away from my friends and companions 
To follow the black velvet band 

Her eyes they shone like the diamonds
I still hear the snares in the square
Colours ablaze in the evening
The air was still
Down the stormy hill
It's good to be young and daring
I still
a bitch suck my dick huh?
And I bet she fucked the whole clique, huh
By the way nigga, you should fuckin' quit, nigga
Just forget it, you talk it, I live it
a b**** suck my dick huh?
And I bet she f***ed the whole clique, huh
By the way n****, you should f***in' quit, n****
Just forget it, you talk it, I live it
And if life a bitch suck my dick huh?
And I bet she fucked the whole clique, huh
By the way nigga, you should fuckin' quit, nigga
Just forget it, you
Sweetest angel came down
Took me by the hand
Said I've got things to offer you
Help you understand
If the bombs don't get you
I'll roll with you
dawn
Fired by the sun, not wartime's bloody guns

Let their peace be deep
Remember where the broken bodies lie
God knows how young they were to have
The young man said: "My pretty maid, how can you answer so?
See down in yonder valley where my crops do gently grow
Down in yonder valley I have horses, men
picked up the ball
And I took off down the line
I suppose by then I'd realised
You'd run into hard times

Oh, laughs and jokes
And drinks and smokes
The ringing of the division bell had begun

Along the Long Road and on down the Causeway
Do they still meet there by the Cut

There was a ragged band that
There were young girls in the mirror
with no trouble on their minds
As the picture became clearer
he stared ahead just to look behind
Then the band
too young 
To know what sadness was 
Who took me out when I was down 
And set out to find the cause 
Of why the lady had the blues 
And seemed
of Ramon

Was it me that shot him down in the cantina
Was it my hand that held the gun?
Come, let us fly, my Magdalena
The dogs are barking and what's
shot him down in the cantina
Was it my hand that held the gun
Come, let us fly, my Magdalena
The dogs are barking and what's done is done

No llores, mi
baby
I'm a Brooklyn baby

They say I'm too young to love you
You say I'm too dumb to see
They judge me like a picture book
By the colors, like they
baby
I'm a Brooklyn baby

They say I'm too young to love you
You say I'm too dumb to see
They judge me like a picture book
By the colors, like they
Deep down in Louisianna
Close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods
Among the evergreens
There stand a country cabin
Made of clay and wood
a cuban band on a Saturday 

And that's when I saw her from across the room 
Like something from a movie or a storybook 
She had a short dress with
a brother named Frankie Frankie ain't no good 
Ever since we were young kids it's been the same come down 
I'd get a call on a short way Frankie's in
that shot him down in the cantina
Was it my hand that held the gun?
Come, let us fly, my Magdalena
The dogs are barking and what's done is done.

No
dawns
Fired by the sun
Not war-times bloody guns
May their peace be deep
Remember where the broken bodies lie
God knows how young they were
To have