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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · An Inch of Gold for an Inch of Time [EP] (The Number Twelve Looks Like You) · An Inch of Gold for an Inch of Time [EP] (The Number Twelve Looks Like You) · An Inch of Gold for an Inch of Time [EP] (The Number Twelve Looks Like You) · 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) · The Sunday Sunday Popular Community Song CD (Blur) – and 90 other albums »


honey, in your rock and roll dreams,
You can stand by your blue suede shoes-
But the party is over,
And I'm getting tired of waiting for you.

Oh baby,
the root I want the whole damn tree
Ain't tryin' to stock around for the Illuminati
Got to buy my own island by the year 2 G...
Since way back I've been
for a quarter

I'm a child of a backseat freedom, baptized by rock and roll
Marilyn Monroe and the Garden of Eden, never grow up, never grow old
for a quarter

I'm a child of a backseat freedom, baptized by rock and roll
Marilyn Monroe and the Garden of Eden, never grow up, never grow old
the street
Waiting on the sunrise, praying a G on deep
It's a Sunday a fun day, and I crawl down Sunnydale
Sparkling sun rays, making the game prevail
the tent
Trend setter, red beam for plexing
Crawling, living the life of a Texan
Get down your block three in the morning, waking the hood up
Crawling
I need You, I need You to walk right by my side
Lord, when my way, when my way gets cloudy
I need You for my guide

Everyday will be Sunday, my
the street
Waiting on the sunrise, praying a G on deep
It's a Sunday a fun day, and I crawl down Sunnydale
Sparkling sun rays, making the game prevail
Friday, I've been waiting for you for a long time

Three, two, one
Yeah, like a charm, baby
Brighter than this thing on my arm, baby
It's a party every
The first god had in his garden
From the back looked like a household pet
When it twirled round was revealed to be
A three-legged black-grey hog
the street
Waiting on the sunrise, praying a G on deep
It's a Sunday a fun day, and I crawl down Sunnydale
Sparkling sun rays, making the game prevail
the root I want the whole damn tree
Ain't tryin' to stock around for the Illuminati
Got to buy my own island by the year 2 G...
Since way back I've been
to eternity
But I'll be sitting by myself here 
Waiting oh so patiently 
Waiting for the sky to fall 
And purge frail humanity
as I build my empire
Watch as I rise and fall
Watch as I fight all alone

History's a stage for re-runs
For 3 A.M. insomniacs who quote the episodes
If
as I build my empire
Watch as I rise and fall
Watch as I fight all alone

History's a stage for re-runs
For 3 A.M. insomniacs who quote the episodes
If
in? No, she never pulled in,
And at 1:45 he was due,
For hours and hours has the switchman been waiting
For that fast mail that never pulled through.
On a chopped 32 three window coupe
That machine was such a beautiful sight

It had a 392 Chrysler V8
Injected and chromed all over
Four inch tubes
the reality of our hatred, give the earth nothing.
Melting, goats dead on the green, dying lambs bleating by the wire... three last days on the earth, I lay
nothing
Melting, goats dead on the green, dying lambs bleating by the wire
Three last days on the earth, I lay down to die in the grass
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
rat, walking by with the doobie wrap 
Tight blue jeans, air max 
Small gucci bag 
No loot and no job 
Stay home giving blow jobs 
Like no prob, it's
ha, rock yeah you dropping that hot shit
You really dropping that hot shit ha, Z-Ro let me
Hear what you gonna sing for this one, come on

Three
on a blunt
Beat hittin like brrrump bump bump
Crack I crease sound like a big bitch
In the back trying get up out a little nigga trunk
Turn heads for I