Lyrics:
Bird Bath
Call it karma, call it sin
A mother’s love, an awkward fling
A game of chess, a blade of grass
A circle’s curve, a ball of string
Who
the desert is a thirsty damn locaysh
I like to call it an acquired taste
Send me on a magic carpet ride
Through the cobras yellow eyes
See the moon reflected
and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Fightin'
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Fightin' and trouble
funny
Is it any reason why y'all starvin'
I smell bull and by smelling force
Do I really need to beg your pardon?
My jersey say James I don't play
know me from that block where we move them rocks)
(You better make it fast, watch your ass, or get pursued by cops)
You don't know what its like up
know me from that block where we move them rocks)
(You better make it fast, watch your ass, or get pursued by cops)
You don't know what its like up
the call
I ain't robbing Peter I ain't paying Paul
I was in the garden I ain't pray at all
Lord we fell asleep You still gave it all
You were counting sheep
Sweet sultry women we loves
There's only stormy nights and the rest is smoke
Drink the wine of sweet raspberries sip it slow
Drink it, savor it
Sweet sultry women we loves
There's only stormy nights and the rest is smoke
Drink the wine of sweet raspberries sip it slow
Drink it, savor it
with windows tinted
And you know that Imma get it
You keep on call me crazy, yet I'm way more wavy
Smile jus like a baby, super fast Mercedes
Will I buy
like I made it cause the boy is going ham
You heard that I'm crazy, yeah crazy I am
Bang bang bang if you mess with the fam
Peter Parker smoked
fading, my authority's gone
Do with it what you want, my identity's yours
Sinking lower as the days pass
Ignoring the calls from those I talked last
It's
debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Fightin'
debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Fightin'
so long, she dont need a man
She don't need a man
Dealing with these childish boys, call her Peter Pan
I just need a chance
Can I be yo man
They call
SURROUNDED BY SOME CRIPPLED TREES
THE LONESOME CROWDED EAST
THE SAME OLD MESS, THE EVER USUAL
THE BEST OF IT, THE VERY LEAST
THE RABBIT HOLE IS BEAUTIFUL, BUT
On a beach
Surrounded by sun
They're okay
It's okay
Peter and Shirley
Know a secret
The secret of love
They're okay
It's okay
And it feels like
An afternoon
to love
It's said we've been troubled
Which is one way of putting it
What would you say?
What would you sing?
That there's still time yet to live without
hand
Yea, Real funny guy
Ima kick him in his leg
If you think you Peter Griffin
Ima take ya dog head
Buss it down then tie it up
My pockets heavy
I got
hurricane, hurricane
Call me Katrina, Katrina, somebody call FEMA my wrist is illegal
In the kitchen hit it with the eggbeater
On the pan you would think
hollered
They checkin' my ink, say they love my graffiti
Gave me two million, I bought me Ibiza
Rockin' on Meek in Ibiza, I'm watchin' for Peter
I gave
the tree
But as it fell out on last Halloween
When the seely court was riding by
The queen lighted down on a rowan bank
Not far frae the tree where I wont
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