Lyrics:
the crowds in the street
-The blast of the Bugle- the tramp of the feet
And the gang, that old gang of mine
Was the first gang that hit the Von Hindenburg
juice dripping just like PET milk
We on that (lammy and shrekin' berry?)
We higher than Pluto
She can't get enough
She blowin' like a bugle
I'm
tonight...
Time to stop your schemin', time your day was through
Can't you hear the bugle softly say?
Time you should be dreamin'
Little man you've had
over for tonight
Time to stop your schemin'; time your day was through
Can't you hear the bugle softly say
Time you should be dreamin'
Little man,
over for tonight
Time to stop your schemin'; time your day was through
Can't you hear the bugle softly say
Time you should be dreamin'
Little man,
a bugle call
Like you never heard before
So natural that you want to go to war
That's just the bestest band what am, Honey Lamb
Come on along, come
and we seed the British come
And there must have been a hundred of them beating on the drum
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
While we
choir
And knew no song
Of the wind in the wire
As the ghostly balladeer
Hypnotized me, I could hear
Bugle calls and battle cries
Broken promises
the bugle call
Pierrot takes the stage to play for all
For here's a life his fortune rules
Forsaken by his columbine
Threepenny pierrot - we love you
The earthly power sucks shadowed milk
From sleepy tears undone
From nippled skin as smooth as silk
The bugles blow as one
You lie there with your eyes half
for tonight
Time to stop your schemin', time your day was through
Can't you hear the bugle softly say
Time you should be dreamin'
Little man,
a bugle call like you never heard before
So natural that you wanna go to war
That's just the bestest band what am... oh honey lamb
Come on along... come
(yeah)
Tunechi on narcotics, so my pupils always hidin'
All those Bugle Boys you wearing, are you stupid? These designer
Sippin' soup up out the Styro',
on and hear,
Come on and hear,
It's the best band in the land.
Well they can play a bugle call
Like you've never heard before,
So natural that you
Wanna go
Swing sur le beat bébé, remues les fesses
Balance ton corps n'aies pas peur, fais vibrer ta graisse
J'irai en Jamaïque danser le bugle bugle
Frotter
Why all these bugles cry
These squads of young men drill
To kill and to be killed
Stood waiting by the train
Why the orders loud and hoarse
Why
and softly strumming your guitar
I could hear the distant drums, and sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar
They were closer now, Fernando
Every
before.
Fleeter be they than dappled dreams
The swift sweet deer
The red rare deer.
Four red roebuck at a white water
The cruel bugle sang before.
your scheming, time your day was through
Can't you hear the bugle softly say?
Time you should be dreaming, little man, you've had a busy day
Little man,
a bugle call like you never heard before
So natural that you want to go to war
That's just the bestest band what am, oh Honey Lamb
Come on along,
That bugle blows
Well she ain't no good for me
But I just can't let go
If I sit here thinkin'
My thoughts will overflow
And I can't keep from
The moment has come, I hear a drum
Or is it my heart dear, beating this way
There's work to be done, done with a gun
There goes the bugle, I hear
the crowds in the street
-The blast of the Bugle- the tramp of the feet
And the gang, that old gang of mine
Was the first gang that hit the Von Hindenburg
fire o'er you as they lowered you down?
Did the bugle play the last post and chorus?
Did the pipes play the "flowers o' the forest"?
Well the sun it
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