Lyrics:
Rochester New York
Home of the brave
Where shook ones get put in comas and graves
It's real in the ROC
Mamas ride and clap at ya
How you think we got
to Rochester
Chris is driving down the street
Hope he doesn't get pulled over by an officer
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going
Home
Hunters
gonna get you out of here"
You could be my Mr Rochester
I could be the crazy lady in your attic
If that's the only way I can have it
I'm gonna take what I
following it was burning from within
I don't know how I got home in the woods of Rochester
make it into a moment a moment like a sci-fi movie TV Stranger
won't be old Mohammed that's calling us Home
And it won't be Hare Krishna that plays that trumpet tune
And we're going to see The Son not Reverend Moon!
I was born in Rochester
To a bookmaking man
Had a fake cigar shops
With the games on in the back
See them coming and going
Let them ride
true and faithful
Who brought home the Fenian prisoners
From dying in foreign nations
And it's there you'll see the pipers
And the fiddlers
I woke up this morning in Muhlenberg county
Just feet from the old Rochester Dam
I was on my way to hell with paradise waiting
Just five miles from
sandpit
We come from across the border
We drink the six mile water
This mongrel needs a new home
This mongrel needs a new home
That time when things
ended
My race is almost run
My warfare will soon be ended
And I'm coming home
You can rebuke me all you want to
I'm travelling home to God
I'm
tough.
The people found the going rough.
Still nobody who was anybody believed it.
Everybody who anybody they stayed at home.
But Lewis and Clarke
of Connemara
And the Clare unmarried maidens
There were people from Cork City
Who were loyal, true and faithful
Who brought home the Fenian prisoners
From
of Connemara
And the Clare unmarried maidens
There were people from Cork City
Who were loyal, true and faithful
Who brought home the Fenian prisoners
From
the place to be.
Beautiful nature, yeah the lakes and trees.
Got the Twin Cities, Saint Paul and Minne.
The only place I'll call home sweet home.
Minnesota is
a pre release
Mom said get home your food is in the oven
Lo and behold got cold repercussions
Foretold my scolding like I had a scroll
Forebode
an Excedrin
On the way home
The empty parkway wound its way back through charred black pine
Just like a wormhole
Hickory death rattles into stagnant
growth
To my Charlotteans here let me make my plea
If you're not from 'the Cack' let me catch you up please
The Presbyterian where I first took my breath
Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla don't you get it?
There's a world that exist somewhere in between
Presbyterians, roman Catholics, freemason
Purple cloth and gold
fucking seconds just to clean that shit up
Got a Presbyterian bitch in here praying to the lord
I'm like fuck it ima beat so good I might get endorsed
Finna
librarian
Rollie need carrots like a greedy vegetarian
Keep away from evil like a fucking Presbyterian
Goat claimed like I'm Mexican
For you tweet let me
Say You will, say you won't
Say you want me, say you don't
Say you coming home, say you're gone
Say you wanna sleep alone
Say you're happy, say your
of hills, valleys and rivers where we are farmers
With love for the Christian Presbyterian and Muslim tradition
under His Royal Highness the Fon of Nso
thank god that I was hella patient
Hold up what you mean my My words straight from the book of genesis
Work a 9-5 come home and roll the devils lettuce
and faithful
Who brought home the Fenian prisoners
From dying in foreign nations
And it's there you'll see the pipers
And the fiddlers competing
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