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My father promised me roses My mother promised me thorns My father taught me to use my mind My mother taught me scorn He touches me lightly with
From the day I was born, I took the bull by the horns, and gave you Plenty to scorn, well right on! then you said in a song that life was Gettin
As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head, And I looked with a feelin' rare, And I say's, say's I, to a passer-by, "Whose the maid with the nut brown
Hate for hate and Ruth for Ruth Eye for eye and tooth for tooth Scorn for scorn and smite for smite Love for love and guile for guile He who is
licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn Circus town's been born Oh, and a press roll drummer go, ballerina to-and-fro Cartwheelin' up
licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn Circus town's been born Oh, and a press roll drummer go, ballerina to-and-fro Cartwheelin' up
born And laid within a manger Upon this blessed morn The which His Mother Mary Did nothing take in scorn O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort
born And laid within a manger Upon this blessed morn The which His Mother Mary Did nothing take in scorn O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort
Smoked a bong, killed a cat Had my nuts attacked by rats Dad got nude, I wore a thong For a hobby I make bombs Went to a farm to tip some cows
It went right by me At the time it went over my head I was looking out the window I should have looked At your face instead It went right by
the strangers eyes And who are we to criticize or scorn the things that they do? For we shall seek and we shall find Ammonia Avenue If we call for
Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper And scorn not the strains of his old, withered hands But remember his fingers, they once could move
Images on the sidewalk Speak of dream's descent Washed away by the storms To graves of cynical lament Dirty canvases to call my own Protest
Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper And scorn not the strains of his old, withered hands But remember his fingers, they once could move
Septic incarnate An enemy until your death Scorn of the earth Yo each his own To me the most By my hands you will feel my wrath On your knees
In yellow coin Could not bribe away the scorn Which fastens up your mouth For whom are those hard lips? The hunters creeping through the green Beside
really like it raw In the closet like the rider type of whore By the shore, I pulled a trick on her But I'm collect any fix when I put the dick on her
hard to see But you know when you're there On the bottom words are shallow The surface talk is cheap You can only judge the distance by the company
really like it raw In the closet like the rider type of whore By the shore, I pulled a trick on her But I'm collect any fix when I put the dick on her
And laid within a manger Upon this blessed morn That which His Mother Mary Did nothing take in scorn O tidings of comfort and joy Comfort and joy O
don't nobody cap on Slap on some D-R-E Or some funky ass shit by the D-O double-G-Y D-O double-G Real G's who drop ki's, protect these N-U-T's, so
will come but don't you hide You are on your way You're led by God but you're not a pawn Should live your life, don't care 'bout any scorn Just
Simon Diamond sold his soul Changed his name by deed poll Started out as Simon Russell Lived his life inside a nutshell Oooh ooooh Oooooooh
was born, And laid within a manger, Upon this blessed morn; That which His Mother Mary, Did nothing take in scorn. O tidings of comfort and joy,
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