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Albums:

Youre a Revhead (Adam Brand) · Think Before You Think (Bill Stewart) · Thou Swell (Sarah Vaughan) · Really Swell Christmas (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Thou Swell (Jim Galloway) · The Swell Season (Glen Hansard) · Swell (Thomas Cunningham) · It's Been Swell (Jimmy Roselli) · Swell Holiday Music! (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A Swell Party (K.T. Sullivan) – and 90 other albums »


can't see
You'll love the light show, oh, I'm sure you'll think it's swell
When they go off, you're welcome to my living hell

Stay away
From Captain
law and order
They don't do what they oughta
Law and order
There's no justice in it, none

I had a friend who was lifted by the law
Lifted
law and order
They don't do what they oughta
Law and order
There's no justice in it, none

I had a friend who was lifted by the law
Lifted
law and order
They don't do what they oughta
Law and order
There's no justice in it, none

I had a friend who was lifted by the law
Lifted
I have heard among this clan,
You are called the forgotten man
(Is that what they're saying, well did you evah!)
(What a swell party this is)
Oh, keep from trying
Oh, keep from caring
You are the life

We see you trying to
Be something else that
You're not, we think you're nice
I have heard among this clan,
You are called the forgotten man
(is that what they're saying, well did you evah!)
(what a swell party this is)
I got ticket in my hand 
So baby let's just up and leave

I'm that romantic type
Who likes do thing right
Make love by candle-light
'Cause I
Meg White
You're alright
In fact, I think you?re pretty swell
Can't you tell?

Meg White
Such a pretty thing
I saw your face on the cover
Sorry, I'm sure we got a real big problem
No need to think, sure you'll accept me
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Rap intelligence
Victoria Secrets
Yes, I just want you to undress
Roll on top, put your hands on my chest
Baby are ya ready for daddy get blessed
Stop, drop and roll with
got rhythm you're sure to succeed,
Rhythm is our business, business sure is swell.

He's the drummer man, in the band
Crosby's on the drums, in
really want is deliverance
Do I wear you out
You must wonder why I'm so relentless and all strung out
I'm consumed by the chill of solitary
I'm like
I've tried
At some point I think everybody must

And you lost me there
What's the point of playing if you're trying to win
And I don't care
I can't
Well if you don't see me coming then I'll walk on by
Well let it be a warning that you're all gonna die
And if you think that it's coming, way all
Bit my lip
And it's the same thing.
Now I'm reduced to a pulp.
Your undisturbed and decorated
Decorations lie.

You're hounded by pulse
Stabbed by
got rhythm you're sure to succeed,
Rhythm is our business, business sure is swell.

He's the drummer man, in the band
Crosby's on the drums, in
I've tried
At some point I think everybody must

And you lost me there
What's the point of playing if you're trying to win
And I don't care
I can't
caused so much pain
Personal gain is your pleasure, your candy
You're driven by greed and I think you're insane

Hundreds & hundreds of times I complained
be scared about it
Go on and put your hands around it
Damn, you put your hands around it
Girl, what you're doin'

If I play with that, think about
and pressed
Treat no liar ITAL, ah yaa!

I know you're sayin', “Lupe rappin' ‘bout the same shit”
Well, that's 'cause ain't shit changed, bitch
And please
the money that you hold dearly
When my ego swells and my output dwindles
You can tell the world that you've been swindled
By the man who would have been so
Because Elvis gave 'em cars
You think I'm cheap
And you're hard done by
Look-you live here like a star
Rent free suite
Big blue pool that you
world at my feet
And I think it's pretty swell

I got women lined up outside my door
They've been waitin' there since the week before
Who could ask for
From rage to anesthesia
Twenty percent amnesia

Were you passed out on the sofa (20% amnesia)
While justice was bartered by a drunken oaf? (20%