Lyrics:
west
You know their burghers really are the best
The king of burgher
Yeah, they got your empire east, you'll probably ask of it
Opportunity's knocking,
Working daytime, working night
Working, working, working fine
Pizza, burgher, curry rice
Let us free tha Bangla Bhai
Leave your daughter
Leave your home
posterity again
And so the pride of little men
The burghers good and true
Still living through the painter's hand
Request you all to understand
and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and burgher, lord
and Burgher, Lord and Dame,
And round the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.
Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame,
posterity again
And so the pride of little men
The burghers good and true
Still living through the painter's hand
Request you all to understand
and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and burgher, lord
and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and burgher, lord
and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and burgher, lord
and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and burgher, lord
just say
Sesh in the bathroom Qusay walked in and said hey
Make a bangin' burger, me iCue combine like merger
Fuck a dog, Zoie Burgher, made sum shit,
Burghers don’t want part a bunch carpers
The judge you frame you set you up you a martyr
These bars for my old school soldiers no surrender
Uh it’s stunting
with De la Rey
Then tables they were made in a tent out on the plain
There was ham and tongue and chicken, cigars and French champagne
And his Burghers
lad frae yont Nyanga
Dings the fell gallows o the burghers doun
sunglasses he had
On stage at the Bowery Ballroom
Had he come to walk among
The Williamsburgers of his kingdom
And like the burghers of Calais
Will
recommended,
Is this sweet metropolis. Mental and physical bliss.
The gods have smiled,
And blessed is Merano.
Merano! There are no
Fitter burghers to be
sweet metropolis
Mental and physical bliss!
The gods have smiled
And bless-ed is Merano
Merano! There are no
Fitter burghers to be found
Such vigour!
recommended,
Is this sweet metropolis. Mental and physical bliss.
The gods have smiled,
And blessed is Merano.
Merano! There are no
Fitter burghers to be
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