Lyrics:
Wanted to be an artist i
Was of course inspired
By Debbie Harry and Chrissie
Hynde and Aretha Franklin
But my real muse was David
Bowie he embodied male
Good life
I wanna do it my way
The freedom is what I strive for
Legacy
And with every breath of me
I will die for
My dream to live it up
Won't hide from
for Wilson. He wanted desperately to help the revolutionaries, but without Palmer, it seemed hopeless. He wandered slowly through the camp and passed
(Cry together)
Yeah yeah
Ahh (You look so good, huh, I'll treat you right)
Cootie in the, check it
Shorty, I'm there for you anytime you need me
For
know - wondering
Oh I'm not asking for myself, I'm asking for a friend
It's all good, I'm cool but my friend's not
He needs help, but has trouble
Well, I was walking home late one afternoon
A reporter stopped me for an interview
She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables
That I'm vicious
straight, coming here wasn't wise (you're fucked now)
Kiera was shouting from behind
And says I'm so sorry but he forced me to lie
And said that if I
and hug me, know they really wanna slug me
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
And this for the hood, you got to love me
Good morning to ummm, I
number
1, my middle name is Joanne
Given to me by my parents but Joanne
Was also the name of my father’s sister who I
Was named after she died in 1974
the old folk home
Come on and go home with me mama
Mama. I am not riding in a long limousine
My car is not much good
But I got a good seat right by there
Huh
(Good girls, these bad girls, they not meant for me)
(They not meant for me, they not meant for me)
(They not meant for me)
Ayy (go)
I
in need, he's more like my next of kin
So if you, are really down with me, it means you should be down with him
It's ya man G Nat, believe that
But
appointed by the state
Oh, Utah justice can be had
But not for a union man
And Joe was warned by summer early morn
That there'd be one less singer in
twenty-somethings crowded on
He opened his mouth to speak but it was
Lost in the rumbling of the wheels
We were thrown together in a corner
And I yelled "Tell me
for sweet words but he was expecting these
Jill's facing a nickel her man's facing a quarter
Jack held on to his 2cents from fetching pales of water
It
Freak nasty super bad, earring in her tongue
Smell good, Prada bag, angel perfume cologne
I'm tryin' to have me that lipstick by Mac
Make like
And remember when your Lord proclaimed
If you give thanks by accepting faith and worshipping none but Me, Allah
I will give you more of My blessings
But if you
pistol gripper
Isn't a life for me
I'd rather grip mics and undo girls zippers
But not them ho girls, meet me after
The showgirls, but take it slow girls
Don't worry I'm not that bad, only pick the ones who aren't hard to come by
Leave the good ones for the good girls not me
He thinks he's met his
Crazy as a loon
He throw us all in jail
For carryin' harpoons
Ah me I busted out
Don't even ask me how
I went to get some help
I walked by
me, he was only 16
I done lost both my kids to these motherfucking streets
Crying out for days, but her baby couldn't hear her
A day before the wake she
of the Reich
But Adolf Hitler he was my friend. Alright? Alright!
And he'd love to go out dancing, really dug the human league
And that song by Alice Cooper
Now I want your imagination, I want you to travel with me
Oh come on, come on, come on
This young man was raised in the hills of Tennessee
When he
grandfather was lying wounded in the leg. He’d been wounded by one of our own lads who’d mistaken him for a German when Grandfather had come hobbling out
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