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by her disgui-ise
That mistress of mi-ine, that mistress of mine

She turns like the tide and takes me where I've never been
There's peace at her
of a recipe
I'm whipping something up That's just for you

Oh lay, oh lay Oh lay
Your body next to mine

Lay your body down Lay your body down
Words and music by bob seger


I was born at the break of dawning

In the last days of the last great war

My father was not in the fighting

And my
and in the other was all them ol' records of mine
The lady said I could only bring one bag
I had two, Oh what a drag
I had to jump on the plane
I ain't trying to be facetious, but
"Vengeance is mine" said the Lord
You said it better than all
Leave niggas on death's door, breathing
No time for the misfits niggas, bring your clips
War's on my mind
Packin' bullets from the mines, mutha fucka's

Oh, I said, oh yeah
When they
screamin "Keyjuan-na-na"
On the block I Rule like Ja, in the sun like Wa
Me and mine at the mall spendin grands like Cool Bob
See I'm a Ruger shooter,
screamin "Keyjuan-na-na"
On the block I Rule like Ja, in the sun like Wa
Me and mine at the mall spendin grands like Cool Bob
See I'm a Ruger shooter,
*lyrics written by Bob Geldof
*music arranged by The Boomtown Rats
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)

You are... you gotta tell me something... I
Oh no, no, oh no, no
Cut the music please
Oh no, no, oh no, no, oh no, no

I play the bullshit from the backseat champ
Yea I'm in the backseat still
Just like we had ffffeared, the mates we had have all disappeared
Nicky, Flip, Paul, Fat Bob and Ted, they all done a bunk & all got wed
OUT WITH
Or if you're somewhere listening to Bob Marley

Then I know that you're somewhere thinking of me

Do you still pick up the seashells on that pebble
Or if you're somewhere listening to Bob Marley

Then I know that you're somewhere thinking of me

Do you still pick up the seashells on that pebble beach?
Now I go cleanin' windows to earn an honest bob
For a nosy parker it's an interestin' job

Now it's a job that just suits me
A window cleaner you
Bob Marley

Everything is gonna be alright
Said I want you by my side
'Til the day that I die
We can drink get high

We can dance all night
respect
But the OPD, found it hard to accept
I got jacked by the Task and jacked by the Vice
Face down on the ground keep my hands in sight
Put
Now I go cleanin' windows to earn an honest bob
For a nosy parker it's an interestin' job

Now it's a job that just suits me
A window cleaner you
mistress on my line

For some reason I believed the bitch
Best thing I could do is tell my wife before my wifey see the shit
Maybe I can loosen her up by
Oh no, no, oh no, no
Cut the music please
Oh no, no, oh no, no, oh no, no

I play the bulls*** from the backseat champ
Yea I'm in the backseat
Farad Muhammad
Medgar Evars and Bob Marley, I'm God-Body
The scripture says Allah's inside me, show love
I was hugged by the arms of Gandhi, gave me my
a checkered double-knit suit drove up in a large El Dorado Cadillac, leased from BOB SPREEN...

("Where the freeways meet in Downey!")

...And he laid
And these beats in my pocket was that blueprint for him
I'd play my little song in that old back room
He would bob his head and say, damn, oh, that's you
But
thous with the dice game
Drive fast, live young
Push start, I’ma start,
She up and down that boulevard
Going hard, going hard

Oh you bout that life, want
might earn respect
But the OPD found it hard to accept

I got jacked by the [unverified]
Face down on the ground, keep my hands in sight
Put