Lyrics:
RED WEED AND PARSON NATHANIEL
Journalist:
Next day the dawn was a brillint fiery red
and I wandered through the weird and lurid landscape
of another
ha ha
Bagged shawty from Parsons dick her so awesome got the keys to the car and
Room room, Woo it's foreign
Who shawty? Oh yeah she's foreign
So
Sleigh bells ring
Are you listening
In the studio
The lights are glistening
A beautiful night
We're happy tonight
Alan Parsons in a winter wonderland
never Heard
That you never heard
That you never Heard
Many years ago
Around the world
We are united
Once again
With dubstep
And trance
By flavo
And parson
Stan O'Hara
And when he came to Ballymote
He stole the parson's car
And he sold it to the bishop
In the town of Castlebar
Oh, seven hundred peelers
can build a snowman
We'll pretend that he is Parson Brown (Parson Brown)
He'll say "Are you married?"
We'll say "No man
But you can do the job when
I am a fable, lore, tale I am a legend
I am a priest, parson, clergy they call me the reverend
You gonna do what I mention
You gonna text me that
Try to run up on me, better take precautions
Cause ima run you over like I'm Micah Parsons
Ima keep it flipping like the coin we tossing
I'm bout
the meadow, we can build a snowman (snowman)
We'll pretend that he is Parson Brown (Parson Brown)
He'll say, "Are you married?" We'll say, "No, man"
But you
Oh listen, my lads, and I'll tell you the tale
Of a parson who loved a maiden well.
He came to her while she was in bed
With a fancy to have her
weeks they've been sewing
Every Suzie and Sal
They're congregating for me and my gal
The parson's waiting for me and my gal
And sometime
I'm
The parson's waitin'
For me and my gal
And sometime we're gonna build a little home for two
Or three or four or more
In loveland, for me and my gal
You ought to see deacon Jones
When he rattles his bones
Ol' Parson Brown dancin' round like a clown
Ol' Aunt Jemima who is past eighty three
You ought to see deacon Jones
When he rattles his bones
Ol' Parson Brown dancin' round like a clown
Ol' Aunt Jemima who is past eighty three
The parson's waitin'
For me and my gal
And sometime we're gonna build a little home for two
Or three or four or more
In loveland, for me and my gal
it seems like Weird and Gilly are along for the ride
And they didn't even know your name
Here comes the Parson
He's taking me somewhere I don't dare
papier trashy life
If he sees himself as the man for the job
His mirror's telling lies.
HOW SILLY the priest of parson looks
Striking a holy pose
Trying
a parson come and take her hand
But the soul of nobody knows
Where the parson goes, where does the parson go?
Longer boats are coming to win us
I suddenly noticed the body of a parson lying on the ground in a ruined churchyard
I felt unable to leave him to the mercy of the red weed,
a parson come and take her hand
But the soul of nobody knows
Where the parson goes, where does the parson go?
Longer boats are coming to win us
Paul Nehru
Jack Parsons could never do
Paul Nehru like Paul Nehru
Posted in the stu
Make hits like Paul Nehru
Steal your bitch like Paul Nehru
Get
the parson makes oration
And they lie with snowy lilies on their brow
No matter how you shout it
They won't really care about it
They won't know how many
of less grub
Parson, tell the bees
Don't whisper it
Just knock the hive and speak
Blessed bees your friend is dead
Don't flee us please
O blessed bees don't
It was six o' clock on Saturday
Henry Parsons died.
All of his good neighbors say
That man was never truly satisfied.
Preacherman never said no
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