Lyrics:
you wake up, then I'll play you the Eddie Fisher record
Meet Eddie, 23 years old
Fed up with life (damn)
And the way things are going (I'm going fucking insane)
He decides to rob a liquor store (I gotta
Meet Eddie, 23 years old
Fed up with life (damn)
And the way things are going (I'm going fucking insane)
He decides to rob a liquor store (I gotta
Meet Eddie, 23 years old
Fed up with life (damn)
And the way things are going (I'm going fucking insane)
He decides to rob a liquor store (I gotta
Rest in peace to Black Just
Riding through Jamaica, Queens in his black truck
Timbs was 40 below, waves to the side of his dome
Definition of good
goes one now
Coughing away
It is the day of his death
And getting fessed by
Clive the Knee-Master
And he's coming
For these herds of cattle
That wanna go
Ferguson days on Castro
Wasn't no cash flow
But I'm good for the arch, I'm Dr. Scholl's
I'm good for your whore, let me snatch your soul, soul, soul
life, good life
(Electric gates, Texas plates in my driveway)
Had to get out and get it, nigga wonder where it's kissing
Beach house by the docks,
Queens Day, cash made on Hollis Ave
Q-B-O-R-O, nigga, makin niggas seem easy
This is for my Q dogs who lit the block like spark
We grew up on Old
Sometimes I get to thinkin' 'bout days gone by
And I start cryin' every time
What I wouldn't give if I could just relive
One day with those old
Chapman
RIGHT HEAD : Michael Palin
OLD MAN : Terry Gilliam
HEAD KNIGHT OF NEE : Michael Palin
FATHER : Michael Palin
PRINCE HERBERT : Terry Jones
GUARD #1 :
The instinct is that of an old rabid dog,
Who might have been good on that day, but he got it all
That's juice!
Give me, give me, give me the juice
Give
Ay wasup man?
What's good bro?
Um, I heard you was a disciple of Jesus?
Yeah, Wasup?
How did that happen?
I love telling this story, look
He said
to die
How we stayed late at night
The four of us tired
We're cracking up cause we had to get by
I wish I could know that the good old days
Are right now
of an old, rabid dog
Who might have been good on that day, when he had it all
That's juice
Give me, give me, give me the juice
Wakin' 'em up, shakin'
weeks flew by
I still can't sleep at night, daydreaming of when we reunite
I wanna go back to the good old days
When you laid by my side
I miss those
Torturing rats with a hack-saw
And pulling the wings off of flies
Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but
up a boulder
(HACK! HACK!)
Hack up a boulder
(HACK! HACK! HACK!)
Up a boulder
Now, one day, now I believe it was on a Tuesday, a man in
VR Patient D-941: Fisher Hudson
Ugh yup, that’s me
Debra will be the room shortly with your treatment
And let me just put these on you real
slogan
My nigga 4 got the hooks like a Fisher man
While the mat be postal service yeeaahh
86 telegram
Every good lie has a lil truth in it
Like every bad
a new life then what we need is better fathers
Either I'm smarter cause of my daughter or I'm just too dense
I'm 28 years old, it just now started makin
you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane?"
Ain't nothin' wrong, snap your head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong
I'll have you sing like Louis
Days Of 49
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Im old tom moore from the bummers shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but what cares
And many children lose their way
By leaders of confusion
And leave them with the price to pay
Of hastened evolution
But those good good old days
In those
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