Lyrics:
Bring me the head of Dean Almaverdo
Bring me the head of Dean Almaverdo
The pledge Klopkis gasped and stared out at the statue in awe
"No I can't do I
If I got a rack she holla (aye)
If she got a rack I call her (g)
Definitely won't tap no dollar (nah)
Queso in bag like Paula (Dean)
I just wanna
He wonders in a frenzy and a dream
Running from one falling star to another, till he drops
This is the night, what it does to him
Dean's California
Pops, did you hear the story of Long John Dean?
Not yet drummer
A bold bank robber from Bowlin' Green
Was sent to the jail house yesterday
But
Dean
She said she loves rock 'n' roll
She loves those old movies where they sing with their heart and soul
Repeating the lines I've heard a thousand
Bob's on the radio
I'm talking to the ghost of Stevie-Ray
Down by the windmill
And Mr Tambourine man stand up and sing a little
I don't care what
gymnastics
My instructor Dean asked me to stay after class
Your head
My lap
Other way
Take a nap
No one will love you if you cry like that
My skin scratched
seen
In her wildest dreams
Blue eyes that gleam just like James Dean
She was the diamond of his eyes
And she would always be right by his side
But
Mom said she barked her shin
Son-in-law gone again
Anything I can do
She laughed no, how's by you
If I ain't leaving, then I'm already gone
That
and breakfast
I was lying under bushes
Eating out of cans
Waking up by the church bells
From the tower of Saint Anne's
Dean Street
Invites my weary soul into Soho
backwards, start rolling up the Backwoods
I'm good at hiding feelings, a James Dean actor
Hollow up the bottle, I'm full-throttle
And you should know me by
young, yeah I'm still 19
Misunderstanding come across as mean
I feel like Franco when he was more like Dean
Eyes on me, can not just be free
I pissed off
the Yellow-Eyed Demon
But now Pop's gone me and Sam by ourselves
Demon Blood send em back to hell don't need spells
Yeah got killed by Lillith's hellhounds
But I
top model I heard you giving brain like you heading off to college
Well I can be yo dean if you really tryna holla
I asked what her name she told me it
'ma bring back the old Bubba Dean on this shit too
I'ma call this bitch Dean style, not freestyle, you know why
Cuz ain't now a nigga in the city right now
I Feel Lucky
Music: George Criston Widule
Lyrics: Dean Warren
V
Opportunity came knocking, when she showed up at my door,
With some papers from
Save it if it aint about green
Gotta stay keen
I just might puncture his spleen
Balling like niggas at dean
Fuck yo team
If they tryna act mean
She
Never came back
He was a James Dean on a level 10
And I pulled by in his hurricane
And I drowned by his attention
But now I know
And now he left
working for Irish Rail and in my father's clothes with a bloody nose I sang isn't it to sweat. By the slot machine there's James Dean out cold beneath my
don't whistle at you down the street
I would if I could but I can't whistle you see
Amy I may not be James Dean
Amy I may not be nineteen
And I may still
Alright.
Hey, hey what do you say?
I come from a place called the U.S. of A.
Ho, ho what do you know?
Hop in my car and let's go.
Well this is
an arrow) and took the South one.
New Orleans! It burned in our brains. From the dirty snows of frosty fagtown New York,
as Dean called it, all the way
And if I was James Dean, you could be my Audrey
Breakfast at Tiffany's for two
So throw me away
'Cause if I were a boomerang
I'd turn around and come
before
Still walks through hell
Shuddered from the nonsense
He feels an awful pain
Horrified by their laughter
I wish he was waitin' for me
I wish he was
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