Lyrics:
Gibson
It's me they love to give the credit to
But me don't mean a thing without you
You make sacrifices every night and day
Never hear the crowd
There was a carpenter, a bartender, a broken fishing line
Just south of Royal Teeth in the town that I came from
There were architects and astronauts
But
trained to keep royal police
the public in line royal police
new storm troopers royal police
so shut your mouth royal police
cause the money behind 'em
throwers, they sharks
Everybody run when my gun barks
Non-athletic, anti-semetic, synthetic rappers get no credit
Pathetic septic lines, incompetent
Credit line
credit line
300 dollar
Credit line
I know I
don't have much
But at least
I can call that mine
Don't you cry
Oh my friend
Cause i think
bills.
Cop a tailor made suit.
Sign on the line.
You don't need no loot.
Go and get it
With your good credit.
And I will show you what to do.
You can
Rent
someone
And she's royal, yeah so royal
And, I want her in my life.
I never knew anyone so one-of-a-kind, no
The way she move to her own beat
She has
someone
And she's royal, yeah so royal
And, I want her in my life.
I never knew anyone so one-of-a-kind, no
The way she move to her own beat
She has
line
We know we survive
Even if we crawl to the finish line
I won't believe it, underdog dreamin'
Don't need no cheers, world's gonna see it
Heroes
This is a call to the colorblind
This is an IOU
I'm stranded behind a horizon line
Tied up in something true
Yes, I'm grounded
Got my wings clipped
How about a line of credit
For say ten thousand dollars
Eighteen on the red
Put me, put me home to bed baby
Yes I'm lucky, yes I'm lucky
Yes I'm
Nice
Baby boy, I think I've been too good of a girl (too good of a girl)
Did all the extra credit, then got graded on a curve
I think it's time
Said that'll be cash on the barrelhead, hun
Not part, not half
But the entire sum
No money down
No credit line
'Cause a little boy tells me
to death of Labor, and Tories
And spit upon the name Oliver Cromwell
And denounce this royal line that still salute him
And will salute him forever
are sick to death of Labour, and Tories,
And spit upon the name Oliver Cromwell,
And denounce this royal line that still salute him,
And will salute
delivery, return so many line
Ah special delivery, return too many line
I don't want no credit, just let me love you 'til I die
You know some will like
I'm gonna to sing you a hundred verses in ragtime,
I know this song it ain't never gonna end.
I'm gonna march you up and down along the county line
I'll drive her downtown
Get a burger, fries and a royal crown
Thankin' God that I'll never have to pay another dime
My life is like a lemon drop
To chart the evening sky
They'd cut me out for baking bread
But I had other dreams instead
This baker's boy from the west country
Would join the Royal
'ne Ho zeichnet geschickt (schick) ein Portrait vom Boss mit hoheitlichem Blick (Blick)
(Royal) mit paar Koks-Lines auf dem Tisch
Ich sprech' zwar
earned every line
So, wear it like a royal crown
When you get old and gray
It's the cost of living
And everyone pays
It's the cost of living
The West Country
Would Join The Royal Society...
We Are Sailing To Philadelphia
A World Away From The Coaly Tyne
Sailing To Philadelphia
To Draw
: Opening new lines of credit can have a short-term impact on a person's credit score, as it increases the amount of credit available to them. It is important
I'm gonna to sing you a hundred verses in ragtime,
I know this song it ain't never gonna end.
I'm gonna march you up and down along the county line
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