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Oh, there's the doorbell
Let's see who's out there
Oh, it's a seven
Hello, Seven
Won't you come in, Seven?
Make yourself at home

Hey, who's that
or less)]
Who to blame and who will be, [I pick up this twisted mess. (more or less)]

Make it through an irony. (more or less)
Now that's tasting on my
dollar, Indian cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence

You lot, what?
Don't stop, give it all you got
You lot, what?
Don't stop, yeah

You lot, what?
Don't
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence

Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
start to laugh
I laugh out loud
Let's go get Cokes
Anything else will make me choke
7-11 gulps are the best
I won't settle for anything less, I won't
To attempt a thing that's not been done
And just for fun to sing the minute waltz

As I sing the seconds fly
All too soon the minute waltzes by
And now I
Just pick one and make it all come through
Infiltrated and fucked up for years
And now it just suddenly turn to you
In a second, in no time
cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence

You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!

Working for a rise,
and Indian cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence

You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!

Working for a rise,
cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence

You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!

Working for a rise,
passports
Ass stay up in airports
Black man still gettin' no support
Compensation we ain't seein'
Split by Europeans
Damn treated less than human beings
I've got a lot of love
And I've got a lot of ways to show it
You should know by now that I'm broken
And I need your help
I wrote a hundred songs
and Indian cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence

You lot
What?
Don't stop
Give it all you got
You lot
What?
Don't stop
Yeah

Working for a rise,
less
When non-sense raises an oct of thought blocks
With a firm grasp on the grudge they both clutched in the name of love
Fear of the results had push
all over seven times
I's bit by hungry dogs and I was chewed all to pieces
My water moccasins and rattlesnakes on two river bottoms

I chopped
Kill us with your fist now baby mix it with me
You see me function better when I get approximately
High by my technical flyby
I function better with
all over seven times
I's bit by hungry dogs and I was chewed all to pieces
My water moccasins and rattlesnakes on two river bottoms

I chopped
own

And I love them Rambo movies
I think they make a lot of sense
And it's a shame ole John Wayne
Didn't live to run for president

[And I'm
Here comes the night

All my senses awakened
By little demons
Taste the human heartbeat
Bittersweet
Bittersweet

Don't take long
To get back in
preaching, that's where it begins

You lot who preach restraint and watch your waist as well
Should learn, for once, the way the world is run
However much
the night tonight shorty if its okay
You can be my beyonce I'll be your jay
Ha ha
I gotta great sense of humor, first I'll make ya smile then I whoo ya!
preaching, that's where it begins

You lot, who preach restraint and watch your waist as well
Should learn for all time how the world is run
However much
And they gave him command of a nuclear submarine
Sent him back in search of the Garden of Eden

Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in
And as I get old all I see makes less sense to me.
There's really never been a daydream that didn't leave me smiling.
There's never been a dream, more than