Lyrics:
O light the candle, John
The daylight has almost gone
The birds have sung their last
The bells call all to mass
Sit here by my side
For
(Johnny)
Be good be good.
"Are you going to play football this year, John?"
"No!"
"Oh, well you must be going to play cricket this year then,
Are you
as
(Parklife)
And morning soup can be avoided
If you take a route straight through what is known as
(Parklife)
John's got brewer's droop
He gets
Well, you've got your diamonds and
You've got your pretty clothes
And the chauffeur drives your car
You let everybody know
But don't play with me
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
Rave on John Donne, rave on thy Holy fool
Down through the weeks of ages
In the moss borne dark dank pools
Rave on, down through the industrial
and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring
Florida Evans doo-doo brownin
Astoundin
Gives the peace sign like Jimmy Snuka
And have ya head bobbin like a Hunts Point hooker
I'm in there like swimwear
I left Cape Breton on the coal boat for St. John's, Newfoundland|And I met a little girl named Sally|And I took her by the little white hand|She
wanna solve the mystery of the guy next door
Who leaves his rubbish by our door
Well Sherlock Holmes would know
Yeah Sherlock Holmes would know
And why
for
The woman at the well
The woman at the well
The woman at the well
Yeah yeah yeah
John 4:1
Check it
Yeah I struggle
I battle with sin
It's not
- other half, kick ass - John Shaft
Surface get foggy like marshes, till’ you hear the laughing, treat me like a Martian
Proceed with caution, act
a turtle shell, comeuppance is all y'alls personal hell
That sweet shit, preacher shit - half the time - other half, kick ass - John Shaft
Surface get foggy
And they went reaching for their two by fours
I went running for my life
Well I was feeling kinda hungry
When the authors called the cops
They were looking
But she's been gone a long, long time
And the kids I lost track of some while back
Think Sue is a stripper and John we lost to the crack
Well Old Frank
eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover
Well we had Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee,
We had Hogan from County
dancers
Bitin' is forbidden pah, pay that tax
And don't you ever look at us funny, boy, we'll bring rap back
And that'll hurt you like Superman, chased by
describe pain, pleasure, hate and love.
It can be used as a verb, both intransitive – Mary was fucked by John
And transitive – John fucked Mary.
As an adverb
of tea)
But like all dead beat dads, the Father eventually got distracted by everything
And soon forgot about large numbers of his children
Even the Mother
Whatever you came lookin' for done left, so you might as well gon' leave too
Got the fire on deck, got the dragon's breath this packs too gas for you
Baby you could steal my heart like Jesse James
Or come in guns blazing just like ole' John Wayne
Well, now's your chance to save the girl
Better
Baby you could steal my heart like Jesse James
Or come in guns blazing just like ole' John Wayne
Well, now's your chance to save the girl
Better
Tell our self we'll fallback as soon as that money stop (oh!)
Yet heat still on ya what (and)
Dudes stand on the corner like if life passes us by
hungry, just barely alive
By May the tenth, Richmond had fell
It's a time I remember oh so well
The night they drove old Dixie down, and the bells were
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