Lyrics:
shirt.
I told him "do what I say...you'll live another day...nobody's gotta get
hurt".
It was a crime of passion.
She
Shirt's on fire, church on fire
Billy's dream boat stills as the house alights
Sailors come from miles for a drink and a fight
But the harbour
Mary at home, as always, was ironing a pale shirt of a ghost
Trying to straighten out every crease of his being and the emptiness where she was lost
Eins, zwei, drei, alle
Ooh, you cannot reach me now
Ooh, no matter how you try
Goodbye, cruel world, it's over
Walk on by
Sitting in a bunker
Why do Cupids and Angels continually haunt her dreams
Like memories of another life is painted on her shirt in capitals
Out on the free free way
'Sace, 'sace
'Knock one, 'knock one
Mustard on the beat, ho
Shirt, shirt by Versace
Bitch you better fuck sumn
Ho, Hoes wanna knock one
Bitch you
with nothing but your t-shirt on.
In nothing but your t-shirt on.
(Radio killa)
Gonna miss ya, can't wait to kiss ya.
Gonna wrap you up in my
Eins, zwei, drei, alle
Ooh, you cannot reach me now
Ooh, no matter how you try
Goodbye, cruel world, it's over
Walk on by
Sitting in a bunker
Kind friends, warning take by me
Not every pirate's sailing the sea
Long John Silver, Long John Silver
Don't bet your shirt on Long John Silver
Sweet Jean
I ain't gonna lead this life no more
Well I'm washing my shirts
And mending my socks
And the hotel bed
Is stuffed with rocks, them rocks, them
She's moody and grey,
She's mean and she's restless (so restless)
All over you as they say
Rumours or rivals yell at the strike force
Hi guys, by
a kid)
One day that goat
(One day that goat)
Was feeling fine
(Was feeling fine)
Ate three red shirts
(Ate three red shirts)
Right off the line
hands
Story of a quarryman
Left my home with the shirt on my back
Built my empire on a dry haystack
To break it down a one by one
And back in Cali
a pillow and some sagebrush for a bed
Waking up tomorrow was merely down by chance
Back when the west was wild and cowboys didn't dance
When cowboys
Her father was a failure, her mother was a comfort to a doctor
And lawyer and Indian chief, the shirt ran out of buttons
He lost all his marbles
Who will save the warchild baby
Who controls the key?
The web we weave is thick and sorted
Fine by me
At times of war, we're all losers
There's
Woke up alone in this hotel room
Played with myself, where were you?
Fell back to sleep, I got drunk by noon
I've never felt less cool
We
by her side
What she'd give for one more Sunday drive
She misses their Monday night bowling league
When they'd wear their matching shirts
She
(Giggle)
Ha-ha ha-ha
Ha ha ha ha
Ha-ha ha-ha
Ha ha ha ha
And your fucking t-shirts are still in my room
Taking up room
And your fucking t-shirts are
I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here
'Cause I remember it all, all, all too well
Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I'd like
Graduated and got that twist
Kind of love I can't resist
At seventeen
Now, sloppy shirt, old blue-jeans
Dirty shoes, by all means
Patch of blonde,
Oh, yeah
Come on
Like blue jeans and a band on a t-shirt
Cold beer and a song through the speakers
Some things just never go out of style, ah,
mama, throw your man out the door
I ain't no stranger, I been this way before.
Put on your night shirt and your morning gown
You know by night I'm
Oh rapid Roy that stock car boy
He too much too believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve
He got
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