Lyrics:
your head, let the two-time roll
Grass shack nailed to a pine wood floor
Ask the time baby, I don't know
Come back later, gonna let it show
And I
hang your head, let the two time roll
Grass shack nailed to a pine wood floor
Ask the time baby I don't know
Come back later, gonna let it show
head, let the two time roll
Grass shack nailed to a pine wood floor
Ask the time, baby, I don't know
Come back later, gonna let it show
And I say row,
your head, let the two-time roll
Grass shack nailed to a pine wood floor
Ask the time baby, I don't know
Come back later, gonna let it show
And I
chirps in the chilly night,
it's mighty lonesome then . . .
And it's mighty lonesome when the wind,
howls thru the jack-pine boughs
but you don't kno'
your head and let the two-time roll
Grass shack nailed to a pine wood floor
Ask the time? Baby I don't know
Come back later, gonna let it show
Grandfather was a handy man
Who never wasted any time
He found a crew that knew just what to do
With white pine, common brick, and lime.
He said, "I'll
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs
Have despoiled our common grave
Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs
From the cradle to enslave?
compelled, I torched the trails
Of an Orson Welles, rock jewels big as oyster shells
To go from showman to shaman is not common
What's a goon to a goblin?
It's an ache I cannot shake.
A common mishap or mistake
It follows me everywhere I go
When the rain
Turns into snow
I'll take the broken path
It's
dying
We should throw it out
Change
The old house falling down
Change
Let’s find some common ground
At the crack of dawn
Hear the rooster moan
Walking
to blast the peace
O seven towers of Satan!
Bristled fortress of unleashed hate
Brilliant sickle aimed at the civilization
Dark arch from Niger to Ural
your lungs and bite your thighs
You're slipping out under the pines
And then you lose your sense of tim
Drinking through the nigh
It's best to die in
to pine
At whose exalted shrine
A world of wealth is sighing.
Chorus.
A world of wealth is sighing.
Ralph.
Unlearned he in aught
Save that which love has
really not
Skeptics unpolished, students, professors, scholars
Soon to forget and acknowledge, led by what their reading
Missing sense that is common -
of a buzzard
Somethin' for circlin' nutrition (seems barbaric)
I may have just saved your children
There's an inborn tendency tellin' me to grip that sickle
of a buzzard
Somethin' for circlin' nutrition (seems barbaric)
I may have just saved your children
There's an inborn tendency tellin' me to grip that sickle
take it out, take it out on me
Take it out, take it out, take it out of you
And I'm running out behind the Pine Enchantress
And I'm running out of time
The wind, it lashes, shakes the steel
Impales the pines, a pain we feel
Idolatry, the policy, the coliseum spawned by greed
The common creed,
cakes, drinking down on chai tea
Becoming real members of the bourgeoisie
Left or right
Line through the middle
Dividing like
A scythe or a sickle
coming
Hammer ticking 'til the clock stop
Pop pop
Trigger itch give you river styx
Pine box ready
Grave digging with my sickle picks
Blood up in my teeth
I, Common, IiI, common
I, Common, IiI, common
I, Common, IiI, common
I, Common, IiI, common
I'm writing in my book
Wit a simple pleasure
upper back
I be too cold ice sickles but I really stab
Only one nigga on the beat I don’t need collabs
Lemme get it right
Before I go and take another
Asking
I need out of this bed
White gold, Scriptures
First few string in our bangs
Common critters
Work this out over drinks
Creek beds, pine rows
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