Lyrics:
And I'm with your mother at a diner around lunch time
Then I sat there for an hour in the booth dude
While she locked herself cryin' in the bathroom
When
up in flames
You the new Young Lennon?
Fuck it, call me Kurt Cobain
(Got 'em)
Never gave a damn about a hater's opinion
I don't need a fast car
To stay
This is a song
About best friends
John Roy
Was a boy I knew
Since he was three
And I was two
Grew up two little houses
Down from me
The only
Busker John Joe May ©2004 Jon T. Howard
For twenty five years John Joe May played the Underground
In the alcove at Notting Hill Gate that busker
and specs
Don't forget the O's that let the air in my nose
Breathe in the fresh as the stale hit the road
Girls ask for flicks and I'll block the pores
and specs
Don't forget the O's that let the air in my nose
Breathe in the fresh as the stale hit the road
Girls ask for flicks and I'll block the pores
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
And on the day I turn 27
I'll put a bullet in my head
And on Earth they'll all be mourning
As I wait amongst the dead
And Satan says "Boy what'd you do with
Ahem
Gather round everybody
Let me tell you what happened to Schlerb
On our way from Earth
Oooh, we were stopped
By a cop
Casey, Dan and Schlerb ere
Well they hung John Brown in 1859
After his revolt did not go fine.
Trying to free the slaves was a noble cause,
Like putting one's faith in
were our bread and butter
(this being prior to the
Release of Nevermind in September
Of 1991) we'd hit
The road for months at a time
Coming back with one
o'er Ultima Thule.
[Old Northlander war-song, found in the ancient scrolls of Volmyr]
The Final Part of Voryn Helmsmiter's Journey to the Ice
a queen trapping ass round town
You looking for love in all the wrong places
Thirteen colonies founded by Masons
Chasing nightmares disguised as wet
you did silence your critics in the North
By hurling them into prison without benefit of charge or trial
Three
They say it wasn't Lincoln, John
color is red, like the blood shed
In Kurt Cobain's head when he shot himself dead
Women all grabbin' at my shish-kabob
Bought Lauryn Hill's tape so her
rhymes in Ghana tryna play Amadeus and Brahms cut to now it's time for
Rap Opera
This is renaissance music (Let me tell 'em what it is)
Cyberspace music
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Come all ya hardy miners and
Help us sing this song
Sung by some union men
Four hundred thousand strong
With John White our general
We'll fight
tranquil
(I'm) getting shots - girl, I drank too, get these shots, every angle
John Lennon, Kurt Cobain too, living legend, you're a lame dude
You's a last
him write his songs
And saw the things we had to do
And the things that could go wrong
And if we had to start again
We'd do it in a flash
'Cause
him write his songs
And saw the things we had to do
And the things that could go wrong
And if we had to start again
We'd do it in a flash
'Cause
taking me to Marrakesh
Come on board to Woodstock
By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere was a song
Disclosed you in the law
Discern, beneath our surface
O Lord, what we can be
That by your truth made guileless
Your glory we may see
For Luke, belov'd
Disclosed you in the law
Discern, beneath our surface
O Lord, what we can be
That by your truth made guileless
Your glory we may see
For Luke, belov'd
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