Search results for men in little houses by my epic

We've found 3,902 lyrics, 100 artists, and 100 albums matching men in little houses by my epic:



There's a winding road and a tall pine tree, by the tall pine tree, she waits for me.
Oh, yes, she waits in the little green house that sits on top
You gotta get off the clock and get on the phone
And tell everyone you know
To get on over to my house
And leave their worries there by the door
You gotta get off the clock and get on the phone
And tell everyone you know
To get on over to my house
And leave their worries there by the door
the knuckles turn blue
I been hooped by wise men
Check horizons, read the flight plan
Spread the lifespan
Sky heights are set, it's time to climb these steps
should see my house
My new house
Keep away from my new house

Wash the drawers of pills
It's got window sills
With lead centered in the middle
should see my house
My new house
Keep away from my new house

Wash the drawers of pills
It's got window sills
With lead centered in the middle
should see my house
My new house
Keep away from my new house

Wash the drawers of pills
It's got window sills
With lead centered in the middle
Stranger livin' in my house I'm writing this letter to you
There's a few odds and ends in my house that I neglected to do
Take care of the little
body may be
But my Lord has set my soul free
There's a greystone chapel here at Folsom
A house of worship in this den of sin
You wouldn't think that God
(Based on a poem by W. B. Yeats)

That lover of a night
Came when he would,
Went in the dawning light
Whether I would or no;
Men come, men go;
the old house smasher
The big bad wolf, the little piggy slasher.

Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.
Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!
Little Pig,
Lullay, lullay
My little tiny child
By-by, lullay, lullay

Lullay, lullay
My little tiny child
By-by, lullay, lullay

Oh, sisters two
How may we do
You don't pull on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
and you can't fuck with me and my men -
Or lost in battles or broken
Unless the homes of firemen, policemen, construction workers,
Seamen, railroad men, truckers, pilots
Who lost their life's,
A little sky blue house
Beside a small stream
A front porch, a screen door
The sound of bare feet runnin' and cartoons
In my dreams, your dreams come
Crack my head open on your kitchen floor
To prove to you that I have brains
Meanwhile tin men are led by little girls
Down golden roads that lead
Crack my head open on your kitchen floor
To prove to you that I have brains
Meanwhile tin men are led by little girls
Down golden roads that lead
of the pyramid flipped
Now I see a little shotty
Illuminati front
Dead bodes in my trunk.
Unraveling the source
I travel in to self
Gauge my wage and you try
you at all.
'Cause I have a house, far from the city, it may be my own fault, but it's awful pretty.
Just an old stone house by a river, with an old
steaming
He shares his house with his friend martin
They're not brothers, they're not cousins
My little girl wonders all about these men
I take hold of her
doctorin' the house
Doctorin', doctorin'

Oh, my goodness
You'll see the plastic men are coming
They're coming
Plastic man, plastic man
green grass is green
Our green grass is brown.

Shots rang my phone wasn't touch tone
A heavy beef in the street
ET had to flee

Grey heavens! good
Let's have sex with strangers in the men's room
We could do it and not get caught
Burn down the house where the metal kids live
All the Hendrix
I dreamed I saw my name in lights
And spoke Your word for all to hear
I dreamed my name was recognized
By people far and people near

But I have come
about Motown! 
Listen  the Isley Brothers wasn't goin  'Teaneck in the motherfuckin house!' 
The Jacksons wasn't singin about Epic 
Because nobody gave