Lyrics:
They take apart their bodies like toys for the local boys
Because they're always there at the edge of the water
They come from the capital, these
You lil n*****
You on’t really want no
Noise wit us
You o’nt want me
Have to go and call
My boys n****
You lil n*****
You on’t really want no war
Wit
have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in the lobby
have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in the lobby
of his shack
And run his fingers through it.
Old Lucias Clay was a greedy old man
And that's all there ever was to it.
[Chorus]
The Crayton boys
he married a Papish named Bridget McGinn
Turned Papish himself and forsook the Old Cause
That gave us our freedom, religion and laws.
And the boys
myself
Boy I did it by myself
I don't, I don't need no help
Solo
See it comes natural to me (Aha)
On my lonely living comfortably (Yeah)
Don't need you if
Talk to me man
This ya boy Young Hova, yo turn the motherfucking noise up
We'll get right into the proceedings this evening
Headphones are
dock
Standing in the river on an old flint rock
Clouds roll by
She get me high
Don't nobody block my view
Hell you can find a spot and watch too
Watch
to swing
Down by the garden gate.
Shake hands with all your neighbours,
And kiss the colleens all
You're as welcome as the flowers in May
To dear old
And this to me will say
Shake hands with your Uncle Mike, me boy
And here is your sister, Kate
And there's the girl you used to swing
Down by
Yeah, c'mon, hoo!
I had a friend was a big baseball player
Back in high school
He could throw that speed ball by you
Make you look like a fool boy
Lesbos, me boys
Ran aground in Old Lesbos
We were homeward bound but we ran aground
On the Isle of Lesbos
When we debarked, the night was dark
And we all
a girl that lives up the block
Back in school she could turn all the boy's heads
Sometimes on a Friday I'll stop by
And have a few drinks after she put
back my soul, stole by one of these foes like Mack Moes
Puttin holes in my old clothes, even stole my pose
Got my sky, fly, who that guy?
Slip 'em my
you at all.
'Cause I have a house, far from the city, it may be my own fault, but it's awful pretty.
Just an old stone house by a river, with an old
Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
It's early to rise, early in the sack
I thank God I'm
jeans
In my jeans
I call the shots they got beams
Got beams
Got rid of my old enemies
Blahh
Did that shit by any means
Did that shit by any means
Did that
What time is it Morris?
The ime to go do this, Jerome
Drop it
Party time
As if I didn't know
Old school, new school
It ain't about that
(Line
He turned thirty-five last Sunday
In his hair he found some gray
But he still ain't changed his lifestyle
He likes it better the old way
So he grows
to die
Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb
He said, "Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?"
"Of course we do, we know who you are"
a girl that lives up the block
Back in school she could turn all the boy's heads
Sometimes on a Friday I'll stop by
And have a few drinks after she put
Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
It's early to rise, early in the sack
I thank God I'm
go (go go go go go)
Goodbye!
K.I.N.G they talking that
Number one boy in old truck
And when we'll find in Cancun, sold old that
I'll get one,
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