Lyrics:
There's always one more notch and ten more paces
Billy, and you're walkin' all alone.
They say that Pat Garrett's got your number
So sleep with one eye
greet you
In the shadows of the maizes she will lead you
Billy, and you're going all alone.
They say that Pat Garrett's got your number
So sleep
There's always one more notch and ten more paces
Billy, and you're walkin' all alone.
They say that Pat Garrett's got your number
So sleep with one
your two pack habit and a six pack buzz you're
the best that there ever was
You're the best that there ever was
Two lone black top highway flyin' that's
You look at this picture with a wondering eye
And then at the arrow that hangs by it's side
They tell a story for you know there is one
With
There's an ugly little wasel 'bout three-foot nine
Face puffed up from cryin' 'n lyin'
'Cause her sweet little hubby's
Suckin' prong part time
I cannot understand the wretch at all.
Women are irrational, that's all there is to that!
There heads are full of cotton, hay, and rags!
Buster
In junkyard society
We're repelled by all propriety
Humility and modesty
Good manners and sobriety
We always gulp our meat
Our coats are
know you're friendly
The way people dress reminds me too
Pissing on their favourite tree
Sad things remind me of my dog
Cockroaches and other insects
by you
(And never let you down)
And never let you down
But when you started sinkin' low
There wasn't one of your friends to be found!
Help!
I don't sleep, because sleep is the cousin of death
Down the hall, there's a kid that I know
He's kind of quirky so I say hello
He's so sarcastic
It was an upset
In two minutes flat
We're back on the freeway
Foot to the mat
I can't understand it
We had it down pat
It's very upsetting
Ay, pass me that right there
This wasn't supposed to be one of those times where you follow me, but
This time I need you to follow me
It's Tee Walls
head
(What's inside your head)
We can be whatever you decide
(Oh whatever you decide)
Come with me
Let me take you by the hand
Pat a cake pat a cake
of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you
I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass
& Wheezy
Movin' on up, niggas use to tease me
See me on top
It makes you queasy.
Sick with it
Bitch, I'm Bruce Lee
Seduce me
You're nice and juicy
In
romantic
Ten and twenty, you come by the droves
Don't be scared to take off your clothes
If you're really short, get on your tippy toes
And remember,
When I like you it's total revenge
I want to but I can pretend
That I don't need to be
By your side again
Wrap me up in a plastic case
Pat me
pours, when it rains it whores
Now why you want to go do that
Like I can't see through that
Tattoo right there like I can't view that
Girl what that
we're gonna fill your sky
We're gonna bring you there
We're gonna keep you high
Oh yeah, the Blooming Saints, alright
Mick, what are you're thinking
Kirk cold blooded killer wit no burner on him
Come on you don't believe he murdered Tyrone
I believe you wasn't there you just heard it by phone
on up, niggas use to tease me
See me on top
It makes you queasy.
Sick with it
Bitch, I'm Bruce Lee
Seduce me
You're nice and juicy
In the parking lot, I
as I can see.
Left by the lamp, right next to the bed, on a cartoon cat pat you scratched with a pen, "Everything is as it has always been. This
Nor am I a Paddy though Ireland I've seen
But were I a Pat now what's that at all ?
For there's many's a bold hero from Erin go bragh
I can tell you're
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