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And like poor galley slaves
We toil and toil, and when we die
Must fill dishonored graves
And it's by and by I'll slip my chains
Into the bush
Vote
Vote
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Women of America tell you
America is not a democracy
We women of America tell you
We don't work for the aristocracy
We women
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
There was no love for us (nope)
So we did what we did just to make a buck played around we're fucking nuts (crazy)
Hope them
I remember that day
Like it happened yesterday
The day I went fishing with Tom and Jim
Oh I couldn't have been more than seven years old
But that day
like candy
Snapping them racks like a Slim Jim
Paint on a bitch like I'm Andy
Warhol
Go up
Pop art
Go up
Yeah we go savage like Randy
Snack on my bitch
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
To her boy one summer day
"If your mind's made up that way, I wish you well
The old home will be lonesome
We'll miss you when you go
The birds won't sing
rail and by thumb
By now you all should know me
I'm the Great Historical Bum
I had hoped to write a song to sing
Of all the great things we have done
Wommer!
ARTHUR: Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God
with a sacred quest. If he will give us food and shelter for
the night he can
My name James but you can call me Jim
Or if it suit me why not call me friend
Because I can tell y'all are honest folk
Being that I come from a long
wanna dance with Annie
Got a brand new love was named, Short Fat Fannie
One day while I was visitin' down at Heart Break Hotel
That's where I met
many miles from town,
A friend--Jim Stevens--brought supplies and he stayed to hang around.
That day two wardens--Pogue and Elms--rode into check
impeded in your head! You're dead on contact
The headline in the post the next day reads, "Man killed by best friend"
People cut the article out and they
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
His family's distraught
Saying he's not like this
We pray he alive
In a Jeep full of Jims
It's all in his head man
These voices his friends
Sure he was
don't care what they say
I'ma take this shit day by day
Uh, man, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning
And my tank on E plus the gas
know I got no job".
She said "I tell you what honey...let's find a place to rob".
Now the man at the station's name was Jim...I saw it sewed on his
right
Cause I sleep, By day And trap by, Night
Eight to, Five That's my work, Life
Shout out, Jim Jones We all about, That vamp life
But thank God, That
wanna dance with Annie
Got a brand new love was named, Short Fat Fannie
One day while I was visitin' down at Heart Break Hotel
That's where I met
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
ROUND AGAIN words by Jim Vierra Music By Jim Vierra & Adam Gardner
Copyright 2015 Jim Vierra & Friends & Fifty Something Records.
VS 1.
WE BOTH
to watch?
What about David Koresh
Jim Jones? Do you think
Entertainment inspired Kip Kinkel
Or should we blame the fact that his
Father bought him the guns he
the day we meet up (With Jim Shapiro) THE HAMMER!
They got this little game that they play
Tellin you that you that you done somethin wrong
Then they
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