Lyrics:
[KOLGATE!] Aww, what the fuck happened in here last night?
[BREWER!] Why's Jim Naked in the bathtub?
[KOLGATE!] Who the fuck broke my Village Peoples
Separate
Think I'm feeling a lot better
Haven't found a way to the dumpster
Backwards
Carry you home
Bring a brewers bone
Just leave the world alone
I don't wanna lose myself in this game
But I guess it's all inside of my brain
I don't wanna be the brewer of all this hate
And you better not ask
Do you e
Do you e
'Ven ever go
To Brewer's
Did you just
Climb on out
Climb
Out of the sewers
Let's take you
Take you down
Down
Down to the,
I don't wanna lose myself in this game
But I guess it's all inside of my brain
I don't wanna be the brewer of all this hate
And you better not ask
to Widdecombe Fair,
Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney, Peter Davey,
Daniel Whiddon, Harry Hawk,
Old Uncle Tom Cobbley and all,
Old Uncle Tom Cobbley
as
(Parklife)
And morning soup can be avoided
If you take a route straight through what is known as
(Parklife)
John's got brewer's droop
He gets
as
(Parklife)
And morning soup can be avoided
If you take a route straight through what is known as
(Parklife)
John's got brewer's droop
He gets
and the truckers
And the brewers across the land, go down
To you friendly local tavern
And tip a toast to Uncle Sam
Wouldn't you buy a brew
For the red white
as
(Parklife)
And morning soup can be avoided
If you take a route straight through what is known as
(Parklife)
John's got brewer's droop
He gets
mean 'industrial disease'
Doctor Parkinson declared 'I'm not surprised to see you here
You've got smokers cough from smoking, brewer's droop from
I been on the go making moves
Got my mojo yea I'm in my groove
I got so much money feel like Mr. scrooge
This a hit like i play for Milwaukee Brewers
Celtic Brewer
Papers-a-flame float everywhere, ambers and ashes in our hair
I turn around to his I got this stare, never seems phased by the smoke
Woman who lived inside a shoe
Or the girl that sang by day and
By night she ate tear soup
Or the man who drank too much
And he got the brewers' droop
Second time up at the plate, the crowd started chanting his name
In Rowdy we pray
That boy deserves to get paid
The Brewers won the trade, that boy better
time...
Do you want lemonade, Shelli?
Yeah.
Yeah, okay.
There are boys that break your heart and there are men that make you crazy
There's a brewer up in
to make my body ache
My only friend is mist on a Monday morning
Pick up my sack and walk for miles
Never thinking why
To the brewer's yard where I can
you free
The brewer's berth, the slyest smile
A drink to break his beast
He trembles and his life is vile
His prayer is a feast
His days will soon be
Over 500 years ago
Some Bavarians decided what was apropos
They said that water and barley and hops
Were the only things allowed in the brewer's
of the brewer's art
You find yourself alone
Puking into bus stop zones
Heavily medicated second self
Stop and go
With a sense of self control
Discover
Odell Beckem
Junior
Now switch it to B-ball Cause I got Shooters
Don't Make Me Send Them Boys On Your Ass Like Carlos Brewer
Them other boys Gon Dunk
down Brewer's Bay
You're only here for seven days
On your family vacation
Lemme see your formation
I met you off deh cruise ship
Now we bout to whine
Heading up to Brewer, Maine
Just one thing on my brain
Ain't that so
Ain't that so
Ice on the turnpike won't stop me
Nothing gonna keep me from my
Stealing boxes
From the Brewer's Outlet loading dock
The smell of bottlecaps like metal in the mouth
You can taste them still
A sound in motion
Mt
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