Lyrics:
trimmin's
Can broadcast a bed from Simmon's
Cause Franklin knows
Anything goes
From those little radios.
So Missus R., with all her trimmin's,
Can broadcast a bed from Simmons
'Cause Franklin knows
Anything goes.
This, this is our last broadcast.
We're wrecklessly looking for the truth,
And we'll tear this place apart.
There is hope for us yet.
Hope is there.
from London, who life redundant?
Not British BroadCast
(BBC) , this is Billionaire day boys Club
(BBC, fuck) the rocks, color canary - Clipse!
Cats
mom
Truck-stop cutlery, crown to cancel
Broadcast from the bouncy castle, let's go
We don't know
Have another though we don't care
You're so
take shelter immediantly any kind of cover you
Have seek it. This broadcast is on behalf of all of our safety
God bless and god speed - we're all gonna
at ease
And Los Angeles is burning
This is not a test
Of the emergency broadcast system
When Malibu fires and radio towers
Conspire to dance again
Walkin to an undertone.
Ears don't hear so clear 'cause I stuck a pencil inside my temple.
My blood escapes from outta the hole, your broadcast is
With words big as headlines
The Gospel according to you
Is broadcast on frequencies
Too frequent to see through
But you've got
Nothing to say
a backdoor for the bounce.
While cannily panicking was the average.
I broadcast modern boredom mesozoic poetry pupils.
Caught up in scruples from the inimical
the day I turned my back on all you people
I felt an itching in my thumbs.
the salt air like a broadcast from the distant, dark beyond
when my
You expect me to be young and
Dumb 'cause of my appearance
I'm walking with the dead
And talking to the spirit's
Open is a ear when a nigga broadcast
look!
I cyan believe what I see!!” she cried as her hands shook.
She son eh come home last night
Seems he was in a fight
And the whole thing broadcast
This is not a test of
The Emergency Broadcast System
This is the Real Thing!
And if you tape my voice
Which you should never ever do
You'll kiss your
to the boogie break, dress it up in pentagrams
Wookie face, look
I don't panic in the fray, I broadcast all black magic with a K
OK!?
Late to his own selfies
heaven like neph, you owe it back to me
I was taught that too much talking will make you fall faster
My actions show that I'm real I ain't got to broadcast
wonder
Holding something I can't touch
Holding onto Small town Stardust
Static on the radio (flicker like a dying light)
Broadcast from a dying world
AS BROADCAST FROM THESE STATIONS, IN
CLOSE
Agreement WITH UT1, OR ASTRONOMICAL TIME.
("WA6ODB....with...a question....")
"and, uh ..."
"Do you know how many time
The curtains round the bed are drawn
Broadcast voices from the ward
The humming of machines hurt
But there are distances between
Yes there are distances
For your love
I'd stop a freight train
Single handed
Spreadin' out the bins
In the Rio Grande
I'd climb the tower
At the TV station
Broadcast my
broadcast in the dark
A necessary cover up
That's finally left its mark
So come on...
Your sneaky little schemes that show
The wolf's still at your
Nobody cares
For those of you have seen The Big Broadcast
Cab Calloway was unsurpassed
From mystery pictures Bela Lugosi
And relax with MrCrosby
Mae
sized rages never to miss the wicked ways
Not so easy to get fooled by emergency broadcast rule it's a relapse!
A point of collapse!
God bless my
Or stamp them out at street level ?
Airwaves - the dampness of the wind
The airwaves - the tension of the skin
The airwaves
Be in my broadcast when
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