Lyrics:
'Scuse me we detected something skating across the sky
it was blazing by balistic sidewalks from the other side
then I was travelling and searching
The old bums sat around by a fire, spoon and match
While the rain played its music on their tar paper shacks
I been waitin' on a ticket to ride
Black earth trembles when the trains go by
Bums on the corner tell you gently crawl up and die
Well, I lost my girl and I missed my train to Ride
And I'm
shoes
Or my rock star phone
I'm waiting for a friend to call
Or the rain to fall
Life goes by
Who knows why
[chorus]
I can't wait for the world to spin
in vanity
Trick them to be bold
Let them charge with false beliefs
The stop them dead cold
Set their flesh ablaze
None shall remain death by attrition
BumBum...
Deixa esse lance em stand by
to curtindo minha onda
esquece bad vibes
sabe que estronda
esse grave
então aumenta mais
to cortando igual tesousa
away
I'm left to deal with the shame
Now everybody knows that I'm
Just a bum without you by my side
Welcome to the show
Everybody knows
Everyone
you still want me saving grace
You dug my grave
Day by day
Still hear your name
Still see your face
Still I ponder on the things we should've done
So
it's played
By racist bums
If I could steal your affection
By the heal, by the measure
Of times only we can remember Good times only we can remember.
By the day, by the night
I
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Sweet oh Sweet
Just to behold
Oh what a sight
Oh when Christmas time is over
I know you'll be by my side
So we cherish this Christmas
Fee fi fo fum
Smell the blood of a gullible bum
Brain dead bored bought into the fraud
Bigger harder faster more!
Trying to find some way
Time: 2:52 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap
Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman
Engineered by jim linker and rob klohs at dolphin
Good times and bum times, I've seen them all
And, my dear, I'm still here
Plush velvet sometimes
Sometimes just pretzels and beer, but I'm here
that are dropping by, yeah
And the bombs go boom, boom, they roast the room
Yes, Fucking Reptiles in the AAAH!
Yo
Yeah
Yo, oh-oh-oh
As Iguana pilotando
By a square-dancin' farmer, well
That old bum was sticking out his thumb
When the farmer drew up, said
"Listen son", and the horse compared his
it's gone
Proxy battlefield, resupplied
With the means to strike down abruptly
All attrition comes from above
Inflexile directives bound to
With
Dig deeper than the surface
Find there's nothing but pain and burden
The scale is tilted at the reapers hand
Since inception, flesh is ruled by death
out it's one me
Now you benched, aww, your bum knee
Now I'm the bad guy, call me Chun-Li (ooh)
'Cause you was slippin', yep, you clumsy
warty
Bóg Bóg Bóg przy kim stoję wiem nigdy www fajny ksiądz pl
Bum bum bum walczę ze złem taka bomba wiesz z parafii eh
Głupie pytanie o rapy zza
Hey there you fucking bum
Look what you have become
No secrets without walls
A social free for all
Come on and get it all for free
Just hit that
them bands up bought a gold rope no lasso
Ace Hood with the cash flow
ASAP with the pesos
Drum on me right now break it down ya hear the bass go
Bum bum
Dancing by myself
Then you came and make me sweat
cll I got is what I came with
Dollars don't count much round here
She say hit my line
Can't keep
the kind that just never seems to win
I had a woman guess every man does
And every man thinks his is the best mine was
Stuck by me through thick
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