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Bury the Hatchet (Right Direction) · Bury the Hatchet (The Cranberries) · Hatchet History: Ten Years of Terror (Hatchet History) · Bury the Hatchet (The Cranberries) · Bury the Hatchet [Clean] (The Cranberries) · Dreams I'll Never See: Best Of Molly Hatchet (Molly Hatchet) · Hatchet History: Ten Years of Terror (Hatchet History) · The Essential Molly Hatchet (Molly Hatchet) · Bury the Hatchet (The Cranberries) · Bury the Hatchet [The Complete Sessions - Limited Edition] (The Cranberries) – and 81 other albums »


to wire your jaw
You'll be a bitch muthafucka till the day you die
And I put that on the hatchet, my homies, and Drive-By
I put that on the hatchet!
I
You'll be a bitch muthaf**ka till the day you die
And I put that on the hatchet, my homies, and Drive-By

I put that on the hatchet!
I ride for my homies!
outfit, big pith helmet
Silk pyjamas, no elastic
Big pith helmet that she came by
Somewhere on the Bakerloo line
Have you seen her silk pyjamas?
She was
A hatchet, a hammer, a bucket of nails 
An' all the wood I can find 
I'll build me a cabin on top of the hill 
Got all the plans in my mind . . .
Streamline, goldmine, nighttime, summertime, feeling fine
Saturation point is reached by nine
Your circulation elevated mine
I was a bar room
Slaughtered one by one
Two find a way to hide
The tables are turned
By hopeless defeats
Got the power, got the might

Don't bury the hatchet
Get on with
Born the daughter of a comedian
Middle of the 80s
Someone turn that awful mouth-breathing down
Or else

Sally Hatchet lives in a hole in
buttons, green silks and silver shoes

My mind was young until she grew
My secret thoughts known only by the few
It was a dream much to real
To be leaned
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

My mind was young until she grew
My secret thoughts known only by the few
It was a dream much to real
cannot buy
All good homely spirits
Walking by and by

I'll promise you a world
Of making of amends
And on our anniversary
Invite you round the bend
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

My mind was young until she grew
My secret thoughts known only by the few
It was a dream much to real
Where did I see those eyes?
Why do I feel your heat?
How do I know your name?
When did we ever meet?

Did you just pass me by?
When did I smell
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

My mind was young until she grew
My secret thoughts known only by the few
It was a dream much to real
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,
kept equal
By hatchet,
Axe,
And saw
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,
had it's feathers fanned out
War tore the symmetry, skipped into it gingerly
Silk worms ping-pong ministry to ministry
Hell's build every which way
kept equal
By hatchet,
Axe,
And saw
kept equal
By hatchet,
Axe,
And saw
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,
more shall we part
All the hatchets have been buried now
And all of birds will sing to your 
Beautiful heart
Upon the bough

And no more shall we
By red hot iron.
By passages in books.
A balanced hatchet.

A suspended ring or the mode of laughing
Pebbles drawn from a heap
One of these
We came down by the factory
industrial yards where my father did work
When I was a boy, I went too far
I lost the thread in the darkest of space