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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Blow! Blow! Blow! (Gene Hardy) · Digging Your Scene: The Best of the Blow Monkeys (The Blow Monkeys) · Atomic Lullabies: Very Best of the Blow Monkeys (The Blow Monkeys) · Atomic Lullabies: Very Best of the Blow Monkeys (The Blow Monkeys) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) – and 90 other albums »


and simple
Stars for eyes
He's eager and overripe
His tongue gets tied
Weakened by a mighty blow
Scars, four eyes
A limping "fell to stupid man"
Whose tongue
all say,"
Before I blow you away

By rocket to the moon
By airplane to the rocket
By taxi to the airport
By front door to the taxi
By throwing
around the haystack
When the maestro blows his trumpet.
Bandsmen hammer at the cafe
For the gypsy's drawbridge bottle.
Choir boys pull on the zig-zag
that hole, yeah
Now will you ride, with an angel by your side?
Or Will you just completely Blow Your Mind?

Sell it to a new generation
You're
push they blow out
A slicker nigga pig, dig me picking my fucking 'fro out
Limping up the one tree fives
The p-jects
The eject these herbs
That's word
You get the world every night as a TV show
The latest spin on the shit we're in, blow by blow
And the more you watch, the less you know

Beyond
Some say money is bad for the soul
Bad for the rock, bad for the roll
Bad for the heart, bad for the brain
Bad for damn near everything, oh
Yeah
Every thread of creation is held in position
By still other strands of things living.
In an earthly tapestry hung from the skyline
Of smoldering
We are the party generation 
So lift your head and blow 'em out

Tonight we're gonna be the party
We will party all night long
We are the party
chicken stand by for exposure 

Shut your house down foreclosure ya in cold blood 

(Yo cuz) Shut the power out in your house 

Cut the phone put
For the thunder or the lightning
To blow away all your bad luck baby

Well you seem to be waiting
For a big landslide to take you away
But i don't
[intro]
[laughing]
Ay yo 50
What I tell you
We ain't even have to say shit
They did it
[laughing]

[chorus]
Monkey see monkey do
Don't ever
to die

Taste of blood comes up high
Wind blows hard, our men fall
One by one
This oath claims me
I must bleed for my generation

Strong is
good for us
We just can't be promiscuous
He's a docter -- he should know
It's the work of the devil, so
Girls, don't blow!

Don't blow jimmy, don't blow
He was born in the belly of the country,
Over East of Eden, yeah,
Confused by the big city blues,
He didn't know whose life he's leading, no,
Put
And though the leaves are falling fast
She still thinks she ain't
And she's going to blow my mind

This time
So we set out for the sun
A generation
ache)
You'll taste them (when you're awake)
For at the very break of day
The peanut vendor's on his way
At dawning the whistle blows
(through every
how they talk to me
Trolley car rings out the morning
Whistle blows at noon
A cat fight breaks open the night

While watch dogs bay at the moon
them (when you're awake)
For at the very break of day
The peanut vendor's on his way
At dawning the whistle blows
(through every city, town
precious feelings
Heart of the reaching out to the nature
Gratfulness, longing for the nature

We are not living by ourselves
We are lead by the skies
ache)
You'll taste them (when you're awake)
For at the very break of day
The peanut vendor's on his way
At dawning the whistle blows
(through every
by surprise

I've been to the city and I've been to the zoo
Learned all about monkey-see, monkey-do
Somewhere between the false and the true
We
I don't smoke, I don't shoot smack
But I got a spicy monkey ridin' on my back.
Don't eat beignets, too much sugar and dough,
But I will play for
walls

VERSE2:
Enough harsh blows, enough put-downs
We're all one and the same
You are all my brothers
Though I don't know you by name
With drastic
Well how do you do private william mcbride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?
I'll rest for awhile in the warm summer sun
I've been