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That poor bastard hung himself the other day
Oh how the years seem to fly by
Is death the final high

Cause Richard hung himself
Richard hung
'cause richie hung himself the other day
oh how the world seems to fly by
his death the final high
'cause richard humg himself
richard hung himself
it
Pebbles got Richard Marx’s ballad “At the Beginning”
It feels like sloppy poetry the way her life would end
After sending Mariah Carrey’s “Any Time You
'cause richie hung himself the other day
oh how the world seems to fly by
his death the final high
'cause richard humg himself
richard hung himself
it
sometimes think the only
Thing to
Do with
My car
Is to
Push it
Over
A cliff
A cliff
Richard

Think you could get high on
Water if you believed
It
(words by Richard Farina)

Oh, now is the time for your loving, dear,
And the time for your company
Now when the light of reason fails
And fires burn
takes you high
Let tears of joy baptise the crowd

The golden years
The silver tears
You wore a tie like Richard Gere
I wanna get down
You spin me around
takes you high
Let tears of joy baptise the crowd

The golden years
The silver tears
You wore a tie like Richard Gere
I wanna get down
You spin me around
of the disco tribe
Let the music take you high

The golden years
The silver tears
You wore a tie like Richard Gere
I want to get down
You spin me around
of the disco tribe
Let the music take you high

The golden years
The silver tears
You wore a tie like Richard Gere
I want to get down
You spin me around
high
Let tears of joy baptize the crowd

The golden years, the silver tears
You wore a tie like Richard Gere
I wanna get down, you spin me around
I stand
'round my gal 
Is gonna wish he knew how to fly! 

Better start flyin' 
You better high tail it outta town! 
You're headin' straight for trouble 
If you
Richard is important 
To Richard and his most important friends 
He doesn't take phone calls 
He sits in his office and pretends 
He's Atticus
Deborah Conway and Richard Pleasance
He is friends with everyone
And everybody is his friend
The stakes are high but he is sure
They will be
Blossoms falling from the cherry trees
That's what jazz is to me 

High buildings with crippled backs circle around my dreams
I clutch at the greasy
Words and music by Richard Farina

And it's hi ho hey, I am a bold marauder
And it's hi ho hey, I am the white destroyer
For I will show you silver
the inside
'cause the outside was chilly

We had to be quiet
To not wake up her family
But I made a high pitched sound
When her cold fingers touched me
( written by Jagger/Richards )

Saw you stretched out in Room Ten O Nine
With a smile on your face and a tear right in your eye.
Couldn't see to get
The bottom got the funk
We got the funk

I'm high as the wind so I blow minds
Curb hanger and hopper at the oracle of hipster
Just like Black Caesar my depths
wig, said, "How do I look?"
I's high flyin', bare naked, out the window

Well, sometimes I might get drunk
Walk like a duck and smell like a skunk
Don't
Cause I was on the Mega Drive more time

If you're feeling me put your Pinot Grigio high
This ones for my G's in the North side (Racing down Ilford
the NARC sabotagin, slippin cracks in
Your camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadron
That's somethin niggas can't pardon
City overrun by young gun
just like Shaft
A character played by who? Richard Roundtree
The only difference, my guns are sound-free
Silencers ring off then wisp by
Then all you
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin