Lyrics:
gallery wall its like not a wave crash
similar to last or next heckle me not already doctored by regrets gray rain
beligerant fragments bomb acid
gangsta, you can tell by the swag
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?
It's about 3 in the morning
Gotta leave with somethin' hot
and Methical
To get by (Cry together)
(Like sweet morning dew) yeah yeah
Ahh (I took one look at you)
(You look so good, huh, I'll treat you right)
Cootie in
him, cbraham by him
David came by them, then Solomon and Nathan
Some sons of David, fathers of some generations
One grew up from the roots up to the sky
David Lipscomb, Church of Christ reverend and founder of Lipscomb Academy, did not believe in ghosts. His fellow reverend, Jesse Ferguson, did. In
Demons away
Night and day, black and gray, night and day, black and grey
Twisted smile, trusted by baby girl soft in his eyes
He said, how about we
Plummet through the atmosphere
Controls go dark with the north star
O David, why'd you leave me here
So Gordon and the boys join me in hiding
With lots
Tinseltown has followed me from Tinseltown to
Grey adorable city by the docks
Girls will walk in moving air
The sun hangs low, the girls don't care
As they
of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window (window)
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray
But your picture on my wall
Please don't call my phone
At 5 in the morning
How you do dat (Yeah)
How you do dat (Yeah, yeah)
How you do dat
Please don't call my phone
At 5 in
baby by my side
David Allan Coe and a six pack of Light
An old dirt road and I'll be just fine
Give me a Sunday morning that's full of grace
A simple
baby by my side
David Allan Coe and a six pack of Light
An old dirt road and I'll be just fine
Give me a Sunday morning that's full of grace
A simple
Street
Who call themselves The Fugs
In April
They record by Harry Smith doing the
Punkiest songs yet to exist
Lo-fi noisy shit about poetry, sex and drugs
fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch
Of Bed At All
The Morning Rain Clouds Up My Window
And I Can’t See At All
And Even If I Could It Would All Be Gray But Your Picture On My Wall
It Reminds
Old John Brown left Kansas before the blood had dried
And as he rode his head did shine like the sun in mid-July.
In a tiny farm house by Brunswick
, Remembering the objects
That Mad out of his wits,
He went for woe, the morning gray he is a prisoner.
It fell- that in - the seventh year in May,
Were it by
I've been waiting for a light and a morning
I've been looking for a wonder and a sign
The night is lit by a single candle burning
But the dark
I've been waiting by the way
Chill of night and heat of day
I can't even count the hours
Wasted in these ivory tower
When in doubt and deep
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
pills by it.
And went back 'n forth from
Work by it.
And paid their rent by it,
And before long they were even
Having
Birthday parties in the office
By
I know
You won't take me
I know I know
You won't faze me
I know I know
You won't take me
I know I know
By the come of morning break em by the end
a bit suspicious
Damn, I hope I don't wake up
Miss it already when I get up in the morning
Sky's so grey and life's so boring
Damn I miss it already when
Jordan's light gray
And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay, let's go
I said I woke up this morning, headache this big
Pay all these damn
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