Lyrics:
Juices, muffins, pasta and cheese
Milk and biscuits and cocktail sauce
I am a grocery bag
Salsa and pickles and organic grains
I am a grocery bag
Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full
One for your sweater and one for your rug
One for your blanket to keep
Milk Black Milk
Milk Black Milk
Milk Black Milk
Milk Black Milk
Milk Black Milk
How d'it get hectic so quick?
Tar sands oil out the pipeline drips
Buy a nickel bag
Smoke a little lye
Get high tonight
Get high tonight
Buy a nickel bag
Smoke a little lye
Get high tonight
Get high tonight
Buy a nickel bag
Smoke a little lye
Get high tonight
Get high tonight
Buy a nickel bag
Smoke a little lye
Get high tonight
Get high tonight
Nice day for a sulk
The girl smells of milk
Her horsey teeth explode around us
And we run for cover she found us
In the cheapo bar with a bag
Wiggle that tail yeah wiggle that tail
Wiggle that tail yeah wiggle that tail
Wiggle that tail yeah wiggle that tail
Milk your milky bags, milk your milky
Jeg er min egen værste fjende
Jeg' den der lægger fælderne ud
Jeg står der i mørket bag stolen
Og venter på et endeligt go go go go
Jeg ved når
a bag so these bitches stay crisp
Milk, cookies, soda, chips
Milk, cookies, soda, chips
Milk, cookies, soda, chips
I keep them in a bag so them bitches
mur i mit hovede
Der holder det skønne ude
Der er en mur i mit hovede
Der holder det skønne ude
Er lykken bag en betalingsmur?!
Der er en mur i mit
milk in a bag…
The milk is sour…
The teacher looks at us…
A bunch of children with milk moustaches…
Ahh… This day will never end…
The clock is so slow…
Milk and honey, yeah milk and honey bounce Milk and honey, I know my God and he love me Milk and honey, yeah milk and honey bounce Milk and honey I
Der hvor ingen holder øje med mig
Der hvor ingen holder øje med mig
Du kendte mig egentlig ikk'
Hva' gemte sig bag mine øjne
Nu kæntrer jeg i
En
Let us get him while we can
In the coal shed when he's high
One and one and one is three
That's too much for you and me
Arthur is a good boy now
Milks
TRO MIG JEG HOLDER MIG VÅGN' JEG ALTID IGANG
PRØVER DYK NED I MIN BAG, SKAFFE DE PEEZ
SELV NÅR DER' LIDT TURBULENT, MISTER IKK' BALANCE
FIK SIGNAL
the milk of a silver jet
And the love of sweet young women
Now the Pythons are down from old Englishtown
And they're looking to do some livin'
Well
at tude
Fanget
Holder fast i vind og vejr
Tanked
Bag en mur ukuelig natur
Fanget
Holder fast i vind og vejr
Sig mig nu
Hvad det var jeg ku
Giv slip på
and a baseball cap
Two folding chairs, adirondack
And a mini-cooler filled with healthy snacks
Beach towels, sunblock, a surfboard and a sleeping bag
Bottled
I know some Vaccinista tote bag chic baristas
Sittin' east on their communista keisters
Writin' about their ejaculations
"I like my men like I like
Uptown soldier
That's how we plan it
Swervin' in the Bentley
All ?
Tool on my side
That H in the caddy
Duffel bag full of paper homie
Big money
Mama, mama, here come Doctor Dark
Horse clippin', clappin' 'n his ol' hooves makin' sparks
Black leather lady Lord carried her bags
The hell horn,
bag, I'm gonna fuck you up
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up
Douche bag, I'm gonna fuck you up
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up
Douche bag, I'm
Your neighborhood pick-pocket no afraid fi talk it
Now
Hole heap a pocket weh him rob a hole heap a people him pick
Him pick bill fild, money bag
Varmeanlegget funker ikke
Jeg er kald som faen
Bitch, jeg dropper bags
Rocker steez, holder varmen
Genseren på plass, Gaute Grøtta Grav
Dette her det
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