Lyrics:
of the shepherd into this cold world
In sheep's clothing
The group
I don't know
Who is the group
Tran-translators!
What can make a mighty man run?
Make him
one pound of gold for now ten pounds of flesh
You gotta sell this old soul for whatever you can get
Trading one pound of gold for now ten pounds
Uh, they do know that we exist in
Europe the album sells
Well in Sweden and, um, in Holland
Not, it doesn't sell as well in, uh, England
But that's
a record contract
From a talent scout some day
They'll sell their ass, their cocks and balls
They'll take the check 'n' walk away
If they're lucky
Here I am again
Trading in a group of friends
To hopefully make amends
With everything I've done wrong
A last ditch effort
To find something better
in hand
With their blue and white pleated uniforms
And their all girl five-piece band
Down with long haired singing groups
Down with the mayor too
in hand
With their blue and white pleated uniforms
And their all girl five-piece band
Down with long haired singing groups
Down with the mayor too
maatra bhagwan che, baaki saaru zhuttu che
Ekmaatra bhaav bhagwan che
Bhaav padhla buy kar, buy kar, buy kar, buy kar
Bhaav chadhla sell kar, sell kar,
Narrator
When some Ishmaelites,
A hairy crew, came riding by
In a flash the brothers changed their plan
Brothers
We need cash. Let's sell him if we
this comedy music?
[Jeff:] You're right, I'm too heavy to be in this group.
[Bad Conscience:] Comedy music...
[Good Conscience:] Jeff, YOUR SOUL!
Watching on trading view
Watching on trading view
Watching on trading view
It's going bullish it's going bearish
Buy or sell which one to decide
There's commotion and promotion
Now they've done good every war
Sell our pictures to a paper
Now that everyone must know
Trading satellites for
Freaks of nature
Trading paper
Living in estates
What a sad and problematic group of patriots
You've opened a new world
You wanted
Pointing semi-automatic
Exchange them for eats
Trading dollars and dimes
For some cheap boxed wines
To keep in line
Their most turbulent minds
The swans they sell
Forever entail
as well be the best
Owned, breaking, sell the kids my soul
Owned, raking, corporation roll
Owned, breaking, sell the kids my soul
Owned, raping,
Buy! sell! buy! sell! give each second the right value today!
A normal day as the other ones
I wake up thinking of my job
"What can I sell today
Call, put, butterfly and straddle
Long or short, my legs are all of a tremble
Options like blues get me into trouble
Buy, sell, I'm betting all my
And do it like we're supposed to
'Cause we're gonna win
I got that disease ambition, success is the cure
They wanna win, I gotta win, I sell the shit pure
Trading my sorrow
am trading it for Joy
Trading my sorrow
For Joy
Biko free the boy o
As you see me so
I need my Joy
And peace of mind
Because -
I had a younger sister who was very ill
She was born with a rare liver disease and
She needed a liver trans-supplant
Upon her birth
And so when my
crowd, huddled in various groups. From the shouting, Rael learns that there are 32 doors, but only one that leads out. Their voices get louder and louder
I'm tracing brail
I fear going broke but I'm not afraid to fail
I ain't really broke cause I never made the sell
But I face another bid in day trading
Oh shoot
Everybody's got a crush on you
All the Guys and girls in our group
Oblivious or insidious?
Your intentions are mysterious
String us
Good girls walk fast
In groups of three
Fast girls walk slow
On side streets
Sometimes the girls who walk alone
Aren't found for days or weeks
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