Lyrics:
Now we're gonna play a song now
Uh This song is from an album called One Size
Fit's All well I'm surprised you people
Have heard of it didn't sell
you were made for me
I can't believe that my wish came true
I'll never let ya go baby
[Chorus]
People are celebrating all throughout the world
Just like a song by blink182
I fucked my american cunt
I loved my english romance
I fucked my american cunt
I loved my english romance
It was so nice
Welcome to the land of the free
Everybody's here, but nobody's welcome
Liberty and justice for all comes with terms and conditions
Not everyone is
for the song of the forgotten South,
just don't hang us up here.
Step by step by please though proletarian am I.
By chance am you "wine git out
Have fell around us
'Cause you can't always do what you are told.
Please tell me where
Have all the hobos gone to
I see no fire burning down
By
all my money in an hour,
'Cause it's comin' too fast and I'm scared it won't last,
Look that white girl in her face, told her this was her last dance,
song
I'll burn their home
Might
Drawn from the well of self
Casting an iron resolve
Grip the knife
By the blade
Push it back
Deny death
Feel
watching drive-bys
Listening to the sad songs on the radio
It's a long way home
I feel like a reject from a freakshow
I'm kicking up the white trash from
We have a
Another song to play for you
Which is not written by Bjorn or me
But by, uh, Bjorn's old friend
Agnetha the little blonde girl you know
at last ran out,
I never stopped to think what life was all about
And every conversation I can now recall
Concerned itself with me and nothing else
faith...(faith)
And get it fast
Faith and hope...(hope)
And let it last
Give us strength...(strength)
To reach the stars, put a song in our hearts.
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh),
This is a song
About best friends
John Roy
Was a boy I knew
Since he was three
And I was two
Grew up two little houses
Down from me
The only
and be in good cheer.
And when it's all over: pigs gone to clover
Will the last man at the party wish me a happy New Year.
The house is jumping,
the most shit win, that's warpy American nonsense penned by the rich, not a routine friend in a pinch, still not used to the stench, how it throws off
She was sittin' all alone over on the tailgate
Tan legs swingin' by a Georgia plate
I was lookin' for her boyfriend
Thinkin', "No way she ain't
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
Last week I rode my bike
Down to the open mic
To hear your songs
I knew all the words
And at a whisper
I sang along
You were the star student
all a glow
But there's one thing I love the most
How I love those Christmas songs everyone can sing along
Those words and melodies I learned by heart
comin' cross the channel last trip
I was thinkin' 'bout my baby and letting her rip
Always got me through so far
Well they can ship me all over this
the bird and above the din I said
That's the last song you'll ever sing
Held him down, broke his neck,
Taught him a lesson he wouldn't forget
But in my
comin' cross the channel last trip
I was thinkin' 'bout my baby and letting her rip
Always got me through so far
Well they can ship me all over this
at the mill
That's all - I didn't expect
A kind of Spanish Inquisition
Enters, flanked by two junior cardinals
Cardinal Biggleshas goggles pushed
Over
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