Lyrics:
Robert Pollard, the music is there
You can sleep all day, or hide anywhere
But the big refrains, the heaven sounds and holy strains fall on you like
c'est l'match de l'année
FOOTBALL !!!
Robert t'es qu'un blaire je retourne chez ma mère
Là-bas je serai tranquille je pourrai regarder Drucker
Finis les
of the press, the nation thinks through me.
Power of the press; don't believe what you read.
Rupert's got shaggy pants and money in the bank.
Robert's got
Robert Lowell
And Sylvia Plath
We walk together
Down the primrose path
Side by side
And each by each
You watch yourself
Until you're out
amis
Il fait des parties de rami
Ils boivent le vermouth et la bière
En parlant de Madame Robert
Et moi, je suis l'affreux Jojo
Le boit-sans-soif,
Sylvester Stallone (Oooh!)
Peter Cushin (Oooh!)
Marlon Brando (Oooh!)
And James Dean (Yeah)
Charles Bronson (Oooh!)
Robert Redford (Oooh!)
Grace Jones
Well I'm standing at the crossroads again
With an empty heart and a dollar ten
Maybe I'll bump into some famous names
Robert Johnson, Elmore James
and poppin
Look how long we been rockin
Switch the topic
Robert bordens in my pocket
Cant waste no time with this
We really really had to grind for this
Dont
Whenever you feel conflicted think of Arli$$
Fucking Robert Wuhl
And stuff your pockets full
You see I am no sports super agent
But we've all got invoices
Non mangia più un cazzo da quando ha scoperto la coca
Papa V, Nerissima Serpe
Come Al Pacino, Robert De Niro
Chiaro l'obiettivo fare un milione con
avenir qui s'parie
Tu captes?
J'veux réussir sans dérober l'oseille
Infatigable j'suis comme Robert Hossein
Vie de corsaire et sans remède on saigne
alle gefickt (alle)
Was will der Polizist ändern? (Was?)
Warum hab' ich Majoe geholt? (Warum?)
Ich bin ein Prototyp-Banger (yeah)
Ich bin wie Robert
Hey
Yeah
Robert
En silencio
Mi gente, mi país
¿Dónde están?
Los dueños de la calle
Nacido en la humildad
No viví entre falsedad
Me criaron en la
time?"
And they told me, "No Rob (no Robert), no way (no), no how (hahaha), not today"
I used to walk up to the girls (alright), I said, "Can I rock your
a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford
I'm low as a paid assassin is
You know I'm cold as a hired sword
I'm so ashamed can't we patch it up
You know I can't
time?"
And they told me, "No Rob (no Robert), no way (no), no how (hahaha), not today"
I used to walk up to the girls (alright), I said, "Can I rock your
Oh, hear this Robert Zimmerman
I wrote a song for you
About a strange young man called Dylan
With a voice like sand and glue
Some words had
and a brain
Well it was Robert Ford
That dirty little coward
I wonder now how he feels
For he ate of Jesse's bread
And he slept in Jesse's bed
And he
a twelve-car pile-up, everybody dead
And I saw brains and guts and vital organs splattered everywhere
As well as my friend Robert's disembodied head
And I
To know you everyone should know you
Know yes, know you love me!
Music by Robert Allen
With lyrics by Allan Roberts , 1952
try to rob me I wish he would, bitch
(Boo, boom, Bang, bang, bang)
Foe'nem in they glory, shooting, Robert Horry
(Graatarah, Gang, gang, gang, gang)
follows me
When we're keeping it real
Robert sometimes
Trouble can follow where you lead
Yes sister, I know sometimes, but I
Just wait, let me
To know you everyone should know you
Know yes, know you love me!
Music by Robert Allen
With lyrics by Allan Roberts , 1952
with the nasty mouth
Dem feel like is pure slackness alone I can talk about
I know me Roots and Culture
Who is the route Robert Nesta?
And Bunny Wailer
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