Lyrics:
parents were waiting for her.
Peter Pan,
I think I should go back home now.
I wish I could stay longer with you,
but my parents are waiting.
Oh, I see.
dresses, (?)
He don't even smoke but tell Butter roll an ounce
Cause I'm way too fucked up and I'm too turnt up
And I brought my own shit and I do my own
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
(Here we go)
Huh, piss me off, I piss back
S-sixty-nine, that's a 9 tucked right by my six pack
I'm with my slime, treat a toe tag like I treat
bird!'', thought Peter.
Just then, Bruce the Duck came waddling by.
Bruce was very happy that Peter
hadn't closed gate and he decided to check out the deep
home
Please let Rowan know that I'm going home
And so it goes
And so it goes
And so it goes
Listen
As a matriarch, my mother more than played the part
the summer she was moaning 'Old lover please come home'
[Chorus:]
Now she stands out in the midnight in the moonlight all aglow
She prays to Carter Stanley
it would be
don’t want to waste my time
holdin’ on to yesterday
Another New Year’s Eve
my heart is on my sleeve
I just can’t help the way I’m feeling
me back
Finishing touches on my ghillie so, soon you will know me
I’m gainin Rowan this name is the flame that’s lightin’ Babe’s stogie
Nine albums,
moaning, "Old lover please come home"
Now she stands out in the midnight, in the moonlight all aglow
She prays to Carter Stanley, "Won't you please tell
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
free
On the Foothill bust number forty-three
All the way on the back she was workin' me
Had my big beatbox and I was jammin' the beat
I met this
of a riverbend.
And the Claviger knows
when the beaded shoots go
through the arid interstix of my toes
among the mazed roots of Rowan as
I pass my waste.
Vaporous
here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead
I'll run this back for fun
My wife just had our son
The 42 hour long labour and trauma it brung
It
told her like this, she can suck my peter
Or even go home cause I knew I didn't need her
Scratched her name off my telephone book
Never again I took
her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Nina and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my home and homeboy, I geed her
Set her on the way
her like this, she can suck my peter
Or even go home cause I knew I didn't need her
Scratched her name off my telephone book
Never again I took
her like this, she can suck my peter
Or even go home cause I knew I didn't need her
Scratched her name off my telephone book
Never again I took
told her
I gave that girl the new me
It died with the old her, yeah
I'm starting to feel like I got no name
I'm starting to feel like I got no way home
I'm in the streets
I'm still learning, incomplete in my dome
Repeatedly honed by two women I
Greet at my home when I'm reading my poems
That's me in my
, and he would like to claim his throne now please
Thank you
It's the return of Reece Rowan, I've awoken
I'm the token writer that all my people have chosen
on someone your own size
Motherfucker
Oh you thought I was done?
Hahah
Fuck you Peter Cherrill
You're next bitch
Knew this kid from way back when, Peter
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