Lyrics:
And he knows your face
And he knows your taste
He don't know your fate
But now it's too late
He knows
He knows
But he's right by your side in
never thought I'd paint anything again
I decided I wasn't ever gonna paint again
It didn't bother me too much, Warhol's dead
David Hockney's still alive,
goin' do it hit y'all wit' it Again
I got 12 on my neck
5 on my wrist
2 in my ear
I'm so Sick wit it
I been in the game since the age of 6
So by
see it lighting up in the dark
Know you see you're at the end dog cause you started again
You say you bout to piss down by the excellence
I tell you dog
Brodie refuses it
I don't want it now he cries
Sitting on the bottom step he rubs his elbow
Judy sits quietly beside his
I will never run again in
lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and "Cap,"
It's been some years and counting
This dog has licked his wounds
My dog's got a few scars too but he's still glad to see you
I'm moving on
Moving
there
cnd I was filled with hope.
The Nope-Dog was there, in the chair,
cnd again he said,
“Nope! “
He scurried
That damn dog pissed me off
Chewed the gate right off the walls
Of that puppy prison, tore the kitchen up again
He'd just smile, give me those eyes
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
dog
And I don't think it's fair (I don't think it's fair)
And his suicide can be justified
By the taste makers, how they cried and cried and so
Wrote this letter for you
Hope it finds its way to you
Wherever you are now, just know I'm still thinking of you
Not a day goes by, that I don't
world give 'em and applause then
Cause a problem
Cuz to them it's awesome
'specially, in a world that's run by goblins
A world run by villains and we
Listen to this track, bitch
Drumma boy
I do it again
I do it again, I do it again
I do it again
Say bitch, I just want you to stretch, you heard
the alley walls
There was something in his music Aint no doubt the boy had balls
It was a hound dog guitar that he held in his hands
It was a hound dog
to double back
Let go a milli, shit, it may be off a couple racks
(Maybach Music)
You're all I need to get by
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Let the dog roam, he
that..
I felt like, he was being blessed by the God himself in a disguise..
That's why I'm telling you..
Hey.. from what you're saying..
It looks like it's
ride, jungle ride, tell me when it ends
Oh, here she comes 'round again, here she comes round again
Here she comes round again, here she comes, here
to the time you walk by
He looked into the night's light
Does something to you, but hides
Feed the poor dog now (Hands don't stay long)
Feed the poor dog now
he moves too fast
So it looks like I'm gone' have to kill the dog
There's a dog deep down in my head
And he's not even phased by what I said
He's hard
yippie-yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow-wow-wow, yippie-yo, yippie-yay
And all the girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down
Now
Adam: Is that boy balls going off on one again? Look, son, I told you before. It's all lies. Don't fuk'n listen to 'em clarts
Let me tell you
Trying on clothes in the dressing
Room of Ralph Lauren
Ivo took off his slacks looking in the
3-way mirror he realized he was hard
Could it be
I don't even feel at all
I've been lost in my head dog
It ain't nothing to say at all
I'd rather do jail than be dead dog
It ain't like I don't care
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