Lyrics:
The people cry and pray
They bury their dead
Then they all go away
And here I work
And I somehow hide
From a world that rushes
By outside
But each
cry when old John dies who's gonna cry when old John dies
Once I was a young man dashing with the girls
Now no one wants an old man I lost my
I'm more four-letter word than a Sunday prayer
More back road than a front pew
Ain't always been tight with the man upstairs
Them scriptures, I
This is the fourth by the four
'Please, Please Me', 'With The Beatles'
'Hard Day's Night' that's three
Now'beatles For Sale'
The young men
(kill his ass)
Get thrown curves, and hit with your own words
Leave me alone bitch, I get on my own nerves
And if I don't got two balls and a middle
on your mind
And what's on my mind
Is really nothing new
I want to get you alone
I want to make you my own
Baby, I want to make love with you
Words
admit it I did (yeah)
I done fucked with a couple of fans (fans)
I admit that I'm a gift and a curse (gift and a curse)
I admit that I don't go
and lerks
been fuckin' with words
since I heard the blonde from the 3 and the third
Like damn it I'm cursed, I aim for the head to make sure
life is a bitch
Mr. John Doe single-handedly robbed a bank
No crumbs left for cops and the bodies stank
Drove away in his big white ordinary truck
Is it skill, is it
please wash these lames away
And ironically, that's the name of my song
That's gold with no fuckin' radio play
Now it's back to the topic
Let me hit you
of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super
When the only words to say
Were how I long to hold you
Pride locked the words away
I never had the confidence to think that you could care
I never
John 5:6)
Anyone who believes in the Son has this testimony in his heart (1 John 5:10)
Behold the Lamb of God, who washes away the sins of the world
The broke-assed, even rock for trailer park trash
Yeah yeah, the god on your block like godzilla
Yeah yeah -- she gave away my pussy i'ma kill her
John john
stash, house was at
Some niggas tried to run a jook with things in they palm
Not a problem so immediately reach for the john
Right away the gun buist!
words are found
Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed
With a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the death
And while
fought him he come to
break the old man's heart
But he gathered up his courage and he found the words to say
Uncle John the Lord's comin' and he's gonna
conscience fought him he come to break the old man's heart
But he gathered up his courage and he found the words to say
Uncle John the Lord's comin'
Words and music by John Kay
Rocket Ritchotte and Michael Wilk
Hey baby, you and I should get together
Hey, baby, come on girl, let's get away
Just
Officer:
Sorry sergeant we must eccelerate
State department says we evacuate
The word is we must be out by dawn
Chris:
Christ!
Officer
Sorry
even though she kept saying that she loved me
She kept saying that she couldn't be with me
And her actions matched her words quite obviously
So I just
athletes
Get on it
Huh blaze the streets with no warning
Andale Andale my people move for the montary
Jack cheese collapse streets now put the john away
Put
away from around the way
Me and my girl went to the movies
Madly in love, we got shot by Cupid
We both had fat jewels on
So I brought my joint in
John Mayer
Fuck a long saber like i ain't
Luke Skywalker I'm Darth Vader
Armed with Vegas' claw blade may god
Save em -like Bart's neighbors
Stop hating
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