Lyrics:
the trends.
The new women so fun, the ones with schlongs
The ones like Lia Thomas, the new women strong
The old women so boring, the ones with punani
Wake up
Small fry, struttin by the pool room
Small fry, should be in the school room
My, my put down that cigarette
You ain't grown up high and mighty yet
home mowin' the lawn
While you're fishin' all weekend long
Or you show up late for church smelling like beer
In a white pewter shirt
And when
And at the age of seventeen he was the father of a son,
At the age of eighteen, his grave had all grown green;
And the death put an end to his growing.
I'll
comin' from, let's lift our hands as one
And praise the Lord together
He'll tell us, "well done", we're all his daughters and sons
Let's make the world
they've locked up their daughters and they battened the hatches
They always could find us but they never could catch us
Through the grease streaked window
the blinds
I shouldn't be up at this time
But I can't sleep with you there by my side
Wake up it's a beautiful morning
The sun shining for your eyes
tell me to come
'Cause she didn't have a daughter
'Cause she did have a son
She said the lift doesn't run
Run up the stairs and come
And if you
wake me up
A trail of clothes two years old
Why did you have to go and leave all this stuff behind
Wasn't I allowed three strikes and out
No, but you
tell me to come
'Cause she didn't have a daughter
'Cause she did have a son
She said the lift doesn't run
Run up the stairs and come
And if you
tell me to come
'Cause she didn't have a daughter
'Cause she did have a son
She said the lift doesn't run
Run up the stairs and come
And if you
'bout somehow
Wake up and it's welcome to your breakdown
This family tree's got nothing left to prove now
Me and you
We're the living proof
Close
Cymbaline
Please wake me
A butterfly with broken wings
Is falling by your side
The ravens all are closing in
And there's nowhere you can hide
Your
time
Wasted
Oh, I don't wanna spend my life jaded
Waiting to wake up one day and find
That I let all these years go by
Wasted, yeah, yeah
Oh, I
too young to understand
They say I'm caught up in a dream
Well life will pass me by if I don't open up my eyes
Well that's fine by me
So wake me
And I would marry Jimmy, but my father up and said
I'm sad to tell you daughter what your mother never knew
But Jimmy, too, is a son of mine and so
tornados reckon it's all caused by fallout
No it's the season said Lonnie they change
Wind's gonna blow always did and I'm sold out of flagpoles
Hey what
tomorrow
Didn't even think about my son or my daughter
I know that's selfish, yeah I know that's awful
Demons all on me, I can't get 'em off me
I feel
love to every poor daughter's son
Isn't it fun
Now today propping grace with envy
Lady Godiva peers to see if anyone's there
And hasn't a care
a hole in her stockin'
And we danced by the light of the moon!
I danced all night with a bottle in my hand!
Bottle in my hand, bottle in my hand
I
It's a new day
Everything changed
When Your love came into the darkness
You sent the light of the Son
You sent the light of the Son
Wake up
Well they've locked up their daughters and they battened the hatches
They always could find us but they never could catch us
Through the grease
And my mailpouch is usually empty by then not always but just about
Except for an accosional letter and they all wait anxiously
With sad eyes that said
another drug to juggle;
another day, another struggle
[Notorious B.I.G.]
I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock
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