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I could die for it,
First blam you touched was a prop on the scene,
You are the clerk, you aint been in the field
You aint shot for it.
Dear
none
He came home too drunk from mixin' Tanqueray and wine
He got a gun, shot a night clerk, now they call him Johnny 99
Down in the part of town
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He came home too drunk from mixin' Tanqueray and wine
He got a gun, shot a night clerk, now they call him Johnny 99
Down in the part of town
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He came home too drunk from mixin' Tanqueray and wine
He got a gun, shot a night clerk, now they call him Johnny 99
Down in the part of town
When the height of culture is a bad stew
Space bores, government disorder
Indian clerk, low-calorie drink
Where's the lay of the land
Where children
My name's Tommy Franks, an' my Daddy's name was Ray.
Ray was a farm boy, a cowboy an' a banker.
A clerk, a roughneck, a driller,
A long-haul
to the Frozen Beef Pies at BONEY'S MARKET. (Others say he was just a, just a) Still others say, John, piss on you, Jack! (crazy Italian) He's just a crazy Italian
on the job
He might be a grocery clerk, She works in a bank
Ordinary heroes, And they deserve our thanks
CHORUS
BRIDGE
They are just like you and me
He said "Let me guess, John, Paul, George and Ringo, am I right?
Take a look around you, buddy, don't you know where you are?
You can't throw
like that all you do, but recognize the true
In the world of slander, pimpiing and pandering, started as a clerk, but now she end up managing
Let's get
and our show in town tonight
he said "Let me guess - John, Paul, George and Ringo, am I right?
Take a look around you, Buddy, don't you know where you
B double E double R U N, Beer run.
They found this other old hippie named Sleepy John,
He claimed to be the one from the Robert Earl King song.
So
Supper time in the hole
Supper time in the hole
I shame my family, shame my home
Supper time
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for
cmos and Elijah, search the hold
CHORUS
Stay sharp
MORGcN
I will search the cabins of the crew
CHORUS
Stay sharp
MORGcN
John and Rose, search
on the city lights
Collapsin' on the upbeats or relaxin' for the night
He steps into a crazy hotel, the desk clerk hands him soap-on-a-rope
What does he mean by
to work (work)
Stacking paper like a clerk (work)
I got the Times writing blurbs (work)
Y'all washed like shirts
Kid been balling like Nerf
They fuck
(And only be purely bear)
In flex we just touch mood
John is almost strake face
No one fight than I fight slays stages
Just buddy don't flex
Stand
the time go
NcRRcTOR
Rose, Samuel, Margaret, and John
cdventurers, writers, scientists
Friends on paper, family in brick
Can add ‘time-travelers' to their
Supper time in the hole
Supper time in the hole
I shame my family, shame my home
Supper time
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for
smartin' off
Tired of being fired every time I fart and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas station clerk
For this jerk breathing down my neck driving
smartin' off
Tired of being fired every time I fart and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas station clerk
For this jerk breathing down my neck driving
shoes small
Not at the bank, but with this lean, I'm having a withdrawal
On John Barrow, I had a hard past, like I threw a bullet
My total at Gucci was 23
to the clerk
I hit the bank and pay cash to the clerk
R.I.P. to Big John I miss my uncle BJ
I call him James but Ganny say TJ
That's cuz he look just like Timmy
Seven days of shorthand in a secretarial pool
Now desk clerks and bell hops now know her by her face
And the folks of Tampa know her by her mama's
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