Lyrics:
an hour ago, with a gal named Nellie Bly
He is your man, ask me, he's doin' you wrong
Frankie went home in a hurry, she didn't go there for fun
She hurried
talks or not
I just can't leave him like this
Listenm leave me here, I can handle it
Oh, Johnny, no
The cops are outside, Luke is in the car
carpool
I'd learn much more in just one night than all those years in school
Frankie's a giant here; he rolls in all the green
And Drac is not repelled by
not the way it’s always been.
Which brings me to another misconception: scarcity.
Let’s get cosmic for a minute.There is a star in the constellation
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
clexakis
I owe everything I ever did
To Everclear and ct The Drive-In
I owe all my wit to Paul Baribeau
cnd Weird cl Yankovic
I owe all my energy
is all this crying
tell me how am i supposed to let you go (no no no)
(chorus) (frankie)
how am i supposed to leave you
when my heart tells me
the one that's best inside
Is beer, beer, good old aussie beer
Beer, beer, beer let's shout it loud and clear
For the finest drop of lager in the world
in love
Picture us (in a land)
Where there's no more (no more war)
Shaking hands with my (brother)
And respecting my my my (my sisters)
(I'm
in a drop of condensation
Dip your hand in Heaven's waters
I, I have my reasons to doubt
There is a case to be made
Two billion heartbeats
days
Okay now
This is our Christmas song
In case you don't know what to get somebody for Christmas
There's lots of ideas in here, so, listen,
days
Okay now
This is our Christmas song
In case you don't know what to get somebody for Christmas
There's lots of ideas in here, so, listen,
just another nigga in the morgue
My momma was pregnant with a son she should abort
'Cause she ain't knowin' what I'm fin' to be facin'
Is nothin' short
jax, but we might sling one
It ain't no shame in our game, we do our thing, son
Livin' the fast life with fast cars
Everywhere we go, people know
and wine I know that it's true
If there's no beer in Heaven there's only one thing to do
And that's turn back around
I'm coming back down
Leave my soul in
what I'm sayin'?
True, true man, yo, man, who's your boy over there, man?
Oh that's my man from out of town
Oh word man? Yo what's up, man? My name is
what I'm sayin'?
True, true man, yo, man, who's your boy over there, man?
Oh that's my man from out of town
Oh word man? Yo what's up, man? My name is
on Friday
And you pucker up and kiss her on the mouth
And it's just another day in Heaven South
Drive down Main Street and everybody's there
Subwoofers
power generation
The reason my voice is so clear
Is there's no smack in my brain
Hundalasiliah
I know there is a heaven, I know there is a hell
power generation
The reason my voice is so clear
Is there's no smack in my brain
Hundalasiliah
I know there is a heaven, I know there is a hell
M2: "This is the best acid, man."
Joe: "What are you seein, man?"
M2: "Oh, I, that cloud up there, man."
Joe: "Whoa"
M2: "It's got a vein in it."
Joe:
there
But it comes at a price, we can make a deal
So a plain and simple answer would set my mind at ease
Is there beer on tap I like mine cold
I hope
to show my spine, I am my own worst enemy
Keeping tabs on my old haunts, no love, nobody there for me
Lost hope in the father, started buying what they're
jax, but we might sling one
It ain't no shame in our game, we do our thing, son
Livin' the fast life with fast cars
Everywhere we go, people know
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