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chest seasoning.
Last of the line at an honest day's toil,
Turning the deep sod under,
Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone,
Flies at the nostrils
There are some that blindly and happily plow
While the tractor screams "feed me some oil"
The scraping of gears and the gnashing of teeth fall
city

Yes Yes Yes is the stuff that makes it work and hold together,
How it fits into the twines and how the rhythm flows,
Like the river Siddharthe
Oh airborne eyes
Yeah, will see black storms
If the summer is gone
Let it slide by

So let's take tonight
Ooh my little one
If the captain is
a good-timin', blue-collar, son-of-a-gun
I like monster trucks, tractor pulls, country fairs, 
Huntin' and fishin' and ice cold beer.

That's the way I'm gonna
The sound of the earthquake, 
The rhythms that you make, 
Are makin' my head shake in two. 
Magnetized by you 
Your love will pull me through
I took a tour to Texas
And from Waco I called you
But day by day, no answer
And I'm Big Bluebonnet blue

I'm singing and they're dancing
But
All eyes were staring
You floated through the room
Armed with your razor smile Cutting to the bone
My voice fell useless
You flashed a quick
All eyes were staring
You floated through the room
Armed with your razor smile Cutting to the bone
My voice fell useless
You flashed a quick
He puts the rhythm in your feet
Strollin' by the churchyard
List'nin' to the Sunday choir
With voices rising to the heavens

Like sirens screaming
way
His bones were rattlin' loudly,
As he began to shuffle proudly,
That's the way that Satan takes a holiday

The music wasn't good,
But it was
to dinosaur bones

Perform by the elders before the kings thrown
This style has no origin or birth date
And scientists research can not calculate
The great
around

Need a shot of rhythm and blues
Just a little rock and roll on the side just for good measure
Need a pair of dancing shoes
With your lover by
In the spring we made a boat
Out of feathers, out of bones.
We set fire to our homes,
Walking barefoot in the snow.

Distant rhythm of the drum
As we
bone
Me slipping through belt loops
You running ahead of
The sound coming after

I hear it doubly clear
Two mannequins in the window
Suit up like
silver roof flashing by
Tractor-trailer truck says goodbye with a sigh
And I'm going to the country
O, la la la la la
I'm going to the country
silver roof flashing by
Tractor-trailer truck says goodbye with a sigh
And I'm going to the country
O, la la la la la
I'm going to the country
My DJ's got the cuts and the beats are on
We're comin' with the limericks and we're comin' strong
And the rhythm's on time to every word and rhyme
tryna listen to Bone
The early bird get the worm
Take the game by the throat and squeeze
Till the muthafucka broke believe
Its murda we wrote
Its
tellin' you, she really
Puttin' on a do

The saxophones, you can't relax
When there is rhythm in your bones
You're on the hoof,
You raise a racket
a cow
Hittin switches in a drop top low ride tractor plow

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Redneck fella, moonshine sella
Hang him by his neckbones, chicken bones
motion
(Flow 'round by the wind)

[Krayzie Bone]
Try and keep up to the rhythm
Of the nigga really figga you handle
I'll make you an example sample
and takin you down
High voltage
Comin at you from every side
High voltage
Making the rhythm and rhyme collide

Akira, I've put a kink in the backbones,
a mirror in my mind
Control my worries
Fix my thoughts
Throw my hopes
Like a juggernaut walks
Now let-down souls
Can't feel no rhythm
Sorry
a mirror in my mind

To control my worries
Fix my thoughts
Throw my hopes
Like a juggernaut walks

Now let-down souls
Can't feel no rhythm
Sorry