Lyrics:
a comin'
I hear it close at hand
I hear those car wheels rumblin'
And rollin' through the land
Get on board, little children
Get on board, little
Of falling to the Livonian knights
Estonians, Germans, and Danes
Waging their northern crusade
Although our numbers are great
The opposition is strong
Our
Come on need
You gotta get on board
Come on new plain
Come on need to get out
I said, come on new plain
Come on, don't you mess me about
Think I just need some air
Before we push outer space
Push the stratosphere
If you got none to say right now
Ima board this plane right now
What you
It hit me in the nuts and made me fucking bail
I hate this fucking board
Hate this fucking board
I hate this fucking board, I can't land no tricks
It
says "you."
Now he wouldn't let Jack Johnson on board
They said this ship don't haul no coal
Fare thee well Titanic,
Fare thee well.
It was
Baby we in trouble trouble
I rolled the dice it didn’t land on us
Scrabbled up a cheat code real cold
Candy land’s at my finger tip trust
If I Play
along, little children, come along
While the moon is shining bright
Get on board, down the river float
Raise a ruckus tonight!
Now when I die, won't you
on the edge of the board
Time has come It's my call
I'm full of blood this ship begins to flood
I'm not fighting for some land
I'm not fighting for any flag
I
aren't just for looking
I search, I insisted
It was all I could offer
I was aggressive in demand
Now we on each other's land
Hooked all over the board
a pretty senorita we both used to know
You can see him catch a wave in the mornin' light
And sometimes you can find him on his board at night
head Pro-Tecs my mind
I pop my board, skyward it climbs
Watch me land all fours and roll away divine
It don't matter the year, I'm the same Satyr
Gotta
don't be late
Bring your family to the station
Get on board good things await
The Christmas Train is rolling
Rolling down the track
Through a land
My name is William Hollander, as you will understand
I was born in the County of Waterford, in Erin's lovely land,
When I was young and in my prime,
my street jor (Dey my street)
Careful watch your steps
Fit land for pit jor (Land for pit)
I dey with my men
I dey talk small who you dey mend
Small
where sunlight streams
Meet me in a land of hope and dreams
Well, I will provide for you
And I'll stand by your side
You'll need a good companion
Like a back board I'll hit it, baby don't stop, get it, get it
Call me Michael Phelps, wait I'll be swimming in it
She, she wailing like a siren,
panic
Fuck! I can't land it
I can't stand this fucking sport!
I can't grasp this fucking board!
I can't handle it anymore!
I'm never ever, ever going
meinem Board ab grind on!
One! - Dein Game is slow
Fang nochmal von vorn an
Two! - denn ich hör nicht auf
Bis ich dick gescored hab
Three! - Ich make Money
Wooshgod on and off land
Don't leave them boards in the sand
Tossing and turnin can't sleep
I roll over and roll up my tree
I was dreamin but now I can't
the plan in action, what you got up on your vision board?
I need to own a lot of land
I need to own a business
Then I need another business
Then I need
where sunlight streams
Meet me in a land of hope and dreams
Well, I will provide for you
And I'll stand by your side
You'll need a good companion
snake under grass
(Again)
Boy, stop live down inna de past
Just member when man a ride 'orse
Body between di board head peep through the glass
under grass (again!)
Boy, stop live down inna di past
Stop from 'memba when man a ride horse
Body between di board, your head a peep through the glass
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