Lyrics:
first creaky hum
I turn to hear the whistle, O
Lyk night hae daw, ilk freeze hae thaw
and golden light and thistle, O.
Golden light and thistle, O!
Out in the stick like thistle
Try see everything clear like crystal
Six foot 1 so i can't think little
Quick 2 step and i'm gone like a missile
Bars
are from
We are the sons, the sons of the Alba
We are the offspring of the Bruce
We are the root where the jaggy thistle grows
We are the mountain
the truth truly fell
Tarred and feathered, yeah, thistles and thorns
One or the other, he kindly warned
Now you look out the window, tell me, what do you
the truth truly fell
Tarred and feathered, yeah, thistles and thorns
One or the other, he kindly warned
Now you look out the window, tell me, what do you
the light gets darker
And the mood gets low.
Thistles and Daisies
Please don't say maybe
Our Love is as real
As the Sun
And everything it falls on.
Bloated with disease
A psychophantic grease that clings
Like a shroud thrown over me
A coat of golden fleas
And by their gleam
The shadows grow
to say he's a very good friend of a friend of mine
Oh, my throat's as dry as a desert thistle in May
In the Golden Garter, gonna wet my whistle today
to say he's a very good friend of a friend of mine
Oh, my throat's as dry as a desert thistle in May
In the Golden Garter, gonna wet my whistle today
smarter,
operates the Golden Garter,
where the cream of Deadwood City come to dine.
And I'm glad to say he's a very good friend of mine.
Hi Joe, say
cleaning the liver
Are milk thistle, dandelion
Yellow dock, burdock
Golden seal and Ginger
Drink the fresh juice of beet greens
Parsley, dandelion
Garlic
Savouring the reek of desolation
Their dank despair
Moved His speech to leech the air
Behold the golden door
To paradise is lost
So praise Me as you raised
To savoring the reek of desolation
But their dank despair
Moved his speech to leech the air
"Behold the golden door
Paradise is lost
So praise me as you raised
castle on the golden coast and hid their families from bullets and bombs
Then hired the deputies to take the steps they chose, they pass the thistle
rose, the thistle grow
The lily too beside
There flourish all together, boys
Along the Faughan side
It's just three miles from Derry
To the bridge
It's wishful thinking that a song
Can heal a sick rose
I sit and pull thistles out my thick skull
Live slow keep it simple
Sweep the fallen leaves out
Squinty Eyed Bandit
You ain't got no real rap you Disney
Chain shiny like jingle bells Christmas tree thistle smell
Outside be frightful, locked in like
The Sun and the Moon, praised me as your future wife
I traded my mind for your love
You kept it all. Locked it up
Silence ain't golden
And no force can
as a thistle
And cruise down silvery lanes
Where an image slowly distills
Among mist in the citrus trees
I'm enlivened by the blossoms
That burst into a thousand
shining down my way,
Feel the golden color on your face
A big black spinning ocean highway,
It's easy to get lost in the race
Freight train thoughts like
and do a twizzle
Then im burried with a thistle wasnt strong today
Nigga played soccer selling dough right in my locker
When i failed it was a shocker
hold your hand
Alright, I'm a loser, baby
I don't wear short pants and socks
Don't have a lot of curly hair
Tumbling down in golden locks
Maybe
hold your hand
Alright, I'm a loser, baby
I don't wear short pants and socks
Don't have a lot of curly hair
Tumbling down in golden locks
Maybe
for faithless men
VERSE 2:
Diggin' deeper every stock-well stream
For a trickle of the crystal cream
Will he live out his golden dream
Or will he
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