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Albums:

Guttermouth (Guttermouth) · End Sessions, Vol. 2: The End 107.7 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · End Sessions, Vol. 1: Live on the End (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The West End Story [West End Records] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The End Is the Beginning Is the End (Smashing Pumpkins) · The End Is Not the End (House of Heroes) · End of the End (Damian Wasse) · End on End (Rites of Spring) · End on End (Rites of Spring) · End Has No End (2 Tracks) (The Strokes) – and 90 other albums »


no.
"Can't you find another guy?"
Oh no.
1-9-6-3 what's that sound?"
Oh no.
Keeping down the underground
Oh no

The end has no end the end has
myself a warm black existence

Nine to five at the morgue
Overtime for the corpse

Hypnotized by the hum of the freezer
Hypnotized by the look in
here, I'm by your side"

I'd leave ninety-nine
Leave them all behind
To find you
For you alone
I'd leave ninety-nine
Leave them all behind
To find
lamp
Tryin' to read my Bible by my coal-oil lamp
Tryin' to read my Bible by my coal-oil lamp

Yes, I come to the end of the line
Yes, I come to the end
boom boom

The ants go marching seven by seven hurrah hurrah
The ants go marching eight by eight hurrah hurrah
The ants go marching nine by nine
did my breathing
Sitting on the head
Borrow your meager
And I'll go and
Be a T-O-D-L

What we don't see
By nine we'll lead
By 90 degrees
By
Charles Van Doren never seemed to want it
A sixty four thousand dollar question
It was rigged on a fix end of innocence
The original T.V. scandal
As I ride ol' number nine.

[Chorus]

When I die please bury me deep
Down at the end of Bleecker street
So I can hear ol' number nine
As she goes
(Traditional)

Good morning, Mr. Railroad Man
What time do your trains roll by ?
"At 9:16 and 2:44 and 25 minutes 'till 5"
"At 9:16 and 2:44 and 25
Nine bowls of soup are balanced on the end of a rake
On an ichthyosaur's head
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Oh good, none of them spilled

Please can I have
escape from proverbial cloud nine

Sad dependency
Brain fried society

Mind snare

All essence of being turmoil
Your white powder God brings life
marching nine by nine, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching nine by nine, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching nine by nine,
The little one stops to check
all eternity

One, you had your ways
Nine, to make our world
Eight, a better place
Six, for us to live
Was when our fairytale came to an end
One,
found a reason yet
We're all bogged down in a quagmire
And there ain't no end to it
No Nine Eleven or Uranium to pin the bullshit on
She's left
When I die, oh bury me deep
Down at the end of old Chestnut Street
So I can hear old Number Nine
As she comes rolling by

When I die, oh bury me
Originally performed by Repulsion
Nine slaves of death - Trapped in eternal hell
Kill you with their breath - If you catch a smell
You've all will
to TECH N9NE
Everybody want to be down with a nigga
Women get a whiff of the money
Thinking of taking it from me
They get up in the club
Giving the love
When I die, oh bury me deep
Down at the end of old Chestnut Street
So I can hear old Number Nine
As she comes rolling by

When I die, oh bury me
I'm 13 years old
I hate your guts
an I got a zip gun
I got a reefer
I've been screwing since I was 9
an I can make you or break you
with charm
When I die, oh bury me deep
Down at the end of old Chestnut Street
So I can hear old Number Nine
As she comes rolling by

When I die, oh bury me
When I die, oh bury me deep
Down at the end of old Chestnut Street
So I can hear old Number Nine
As she comes rolling by

When I die, oh bury me
Way in overhead
Caught off guard by the gutter
Everybody's spending his time
Just building and making
Someday someone will say, for what
Nine
When I die, oh bury me deep
Down at the end of old Chestnut Street
So I can hear old Number Nine
As she comes rolling by

When I die, oh bury me
memories only take away from me
Any hope of memory in the end

I'm running out of life
Open down and taken by
Sixty one in forty nine
Vision
stuck

It's runnin' me to death and I'm out of my breath keepin' up
By the time we make ends meet
There's not much left for you and me
And no job