Lyrics:
your ass in the past
Maybe because I really need a friend, somebody that's gon be there til the end
But ain't I sposed to feel that way this ring on my
we miss you
Smoking up a teacup where the storm will brew
What you fighting for? Why the soul endeavour?
Life is but a dream, now here's Tom with
It's ninety-three degrees,
And the radio says a storm front's movin' in
Sure is hot
There's a double feature down at the Fox,
But everybody's
And their game was basketball
The center, a massive collection of bones
Was known by the nickname of Skyscraper Jones
The forwards were both
Brilliant ball
Hey, look out for my glass up there man
That's my drink man that's my drink alright
Somebody has to sing a song somebody will sing song (make it
god bless you lot out there, I mean, you
know, to not actually have done anything in a year and we pulled out like a single, you know, Infinite
here to air out dirty laundry Weak will clear out
This me sending a flare out from a small deserted island
Golden Girls on the mic you Blanch and Rose
,
for I am blind, but you can see,
yes, I've been blinded totally,
oh now, please don't pass me by.
Now there's nothing that I tell you that will help
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park
to be there by nine
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
Good Morning Smithers Jones
How's the wife
be led by the Spirit, cos at the end of the day
If somebody makes a major decision for you today
The aftermath will surely be coming your way someday
alright and you think you're on
Somebody let me know
Will everybody in the place, put a whistle in your face
Scream it out and say yo, hit it!
You
alright and you think you're on
Somebody let me know
Will everybody in the place, put a whistle in your face
Scream it out and say yo, hit it!
You
out
Well you know by now always somebody who cares
If you don't know it how will it find you?
How will we know your whereabouts?
But I know how you feel
should’ve recalibrated Excalibur.
Pulled the lead up out the boulder when I found the paper. To Camelot, the caravan will come around the table.
Life is first
you looking for
Somebody to give you all the things you need
Nothing can stop me now
There's nothing can stop me
From staying by your side
I'll be right
white enough
Everyone will know
That the tie I'm wearing
Is a symbol
Of how nimble mv mind will know
Ooh-ooh!
(swine suave!)
Look out!
Here he comes
they shouldn't let you get past the gate
Watch out dog, the watchdog's showing his teeth
(Guess you bit too much shit) they biting your beat
While I
I'll keep you from harm
There's no guarantee tonight
That we will wake up
When night hits the morning
You hear no alarm ring
You can count on one
a party
Chased by the baddies like its tom and jerry
I never be shy got shot by a fairy
The fear of embarrassment it can be scary
Next thing you know she's
Birthday (Is That cll There Is?)
Living it up in the information age
The internet give me all the answers
To get what I want out of this life
Let's
Hey, look out for my glass up there man
That's my drink man that's my drink alright
Somebody has to sing a song somebody will sing song (make it
being free if you can get your mind out
Grab yourself by the head and say, "we're coming out of there"
I will rejoice
I will rejoice
I will
'em and
Bullets'd follow 'em and
There's so much coke that you
Could run the slalom
And cops comb the shit top to bottom
And say that we are prone
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