Lyrics:
By now in New York City, there's snow on the ground
And out in California, the sunshine's falling down
And, maybe down in Memphis, Graceland's all
We're lying by the orange sky
Two million miles across the land
Scattered to the highest high
Expect they'll either laugh or cry
No sex, no
We're lying by the orange sky
Two million miles across the land
Scattered to the highest high
Expect they'll either laugh or cry
No sex, no
a hymn I used to hear
In the churches all the time
Make me feel so good inside
So peaceful, so sublime
And there's nothing to remind me of that
Old
ELLA:
I thought you’d given up on me.
CHARLOTTE:
Never. I knew you had it in you to do what was right.
ELLA:
I wasn’t so sure. Thank you.
I CAN’T
Let's dance! Uh
(Yes ma'am
Is Charlotte Johnson at home by chance?
Uh yea ma'am we're supposed to have a date tonight.
Where we going?
I'll
on the air in 5, 4, 3,
DEVIN:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, as you can see there’s no need for a formal introduction tonight with our guest, Charlotte
Charlotte wakes when she hears the croons
Of candy canes and singing spoons
Hush, Amanda, now don't you weep
Your dolls will sing you back to sleep
Then
Santa
once alive
Dancing in the cemetery
No one is happy but they try to have a good time
Dancing in the cemetery
And if they could speak would you say good
So glory violence people
I have stupid hearts
stolen by bat
Laugh for indie stance
I late for good night
It's feel so good
So glory violence people
I
Passing by a cemetery,
I think of all the little hopes and dreams,
That lie lifeless and unfilled beneath the soil.
I see an old man fingering his
'Cept you, yeah you
Used to roll in the cemetery
Dance and run and sing when I was a child
And it never seemed strange, now I just pass mournfully
By
them years in the cemetery,
Dead and buried with no hope in the cemetery,
She's a young queen her gift is to sing,
Called by the King anointed for her
Charlotte nigga
Peep the Buzz hoe
Icy boy, shining like my necklace
That’s a must hoe
I just want some good pussy
Mother fuck a thot
She gon fuck around
of Hebrews
While my tea brews
Read by Charlotte Green
Ten past eight and Jesus Christ
Explaining where he's been
Today
Jesus, please don't go away again
'Cos
you up
I got a heart at the cemetery
No cheers they're really scary
R.i.p., r.i.p. yeah, r.i.p, man right by me
Second verse sounds good to me
Or could be canned
Rum by the kettle drum
Whiskey by the jar
At Liar's Bar
Well living with a lying man
Could never really hurt
But living
Chara of blood, ragooja of bones, Problem of terror, problem of nights Filled barrels, stuffed bags, Funny smiles and good rhymes
Arise, in the name
going far I'll be home by noon
Dave was a very good friend of Bob's
He took Bob's car and would speak to Charlotte
Dave nor Charlotte nor anyone else
By now in New York City, there's snow on the ground
And out in California, the sunshine's falling down
And, maybe down in Memphis, Graceland's all in
feeds the monkey, then she feeds the cat
I'll talk, I'll talk they live by the sea
Surrounded by a cemetery
If you get tired come up for some tea
By now in New York City, there's snow on the ground
And out in California, the sunshine's falling down
And, maybe down in Memphis, Graceland's all
hungry, you getting robbed
By me, Biggie Smalls and The Delfonics
Yo, man, yeah, yeah, take it back to Rae shit
Straight off the muthafucking concrete,
the headlights the other half behind
She passed a military truck by a cemetery wall
I guess good luck is better than no luck at all
The moon sees you,
.jpg/300px-2017_Nova_Rock_Good_Charlotte_(cropped).jpg "Good Charlotte")
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