Lyrics:
whole mother fucking army on me
Stomping the ground firmly
Look at the boots
Cookin up like a pork and bean
Horn in my hand boy gimmie bugle jeans
put M's
whole mother f****** army on me
Stomping the ground firmly
Look at the boots
Cookin up like a pork and bean
Horn in my hand boy gimmie bugle jeans
put M's
people nah sellout
Ku the Ras heh heh
Ku the Ras Jahhh
Ku Ras Nyabinghi
Jah Bobo Shanty heh
Bugle say Rasta Party, we need the dance
Touch inna the road
stand there's no turning back
The bugle sounds as the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath
As you
And when I hear that bugle call I refrect my claws and wiggle
I'm down with the N.D.E. never the treble above the bass
Her face is like an angel and her
make animal noises through ze hole in mah bum
Whizza bugle or flute, Ah can play any theme
from God Save ze Weasel to Pop Goes ze Queen
Ah can trumpet
to my dismay,
An' he thought it was a bugle an' got up an' marched away.
Now Pa said, "Daughter, there must be one,
Someone who's true, or too old
dead
They'll build a wall made of glass with a sun in it.
ALL WALK THE HOLLOW PATH
As these war boys bugle out the fear
Advertisers hang themselves
Then it would be just us again
The bugle sounds, the uniforms come in
With flags to shield their sins, my doorbell rings
The new-found girl, she says
stand there's no turning back
The bugle sounds and the charge begins
But in this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses breathe
As I
Vögel flüged zrugg in süde
Würd mer au mal guet tue aber ich ha gar kei ziit ich muss wiiter bügle
Ich schänke dir nur reine wii ih
nacher bisch du blau
heard the bugle blow
Draped across my saddle bag is worth its weight in gold
I left the rest just lying in the Dust Of San Pedro
I left
Reggii craters the plain
Rhyme on a pallet
With blot the scenery for acres
The peace warrant is up and this is how it goes down
Bugle sounds, this is
Yes the ride is short
With temptations to abort
ok the ride may stall
You still sound off the bugle call
Muscle memory
Is what I use to carry me
a pupil I was branded with the stamp of approval
Blow the hammer like a bugle; bitch, it's all strudel
With the four door Six is green doodle, have
the base/
Using old milk crates for our B Ball hoops/
Getting clowned 'cause I was wearing Bugle Boy's wit boots/
No luxury or loot, just a couple of dreams/
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
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
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
I hear the sound of bugles blowing
Far away, far away
And if they call, then I must go
Across the sea, so wild and gray
So, Mary, marry me, let's
and convince a friend, y'all can both be promoters
Who of known that my movement was about to bugle like soda
Should of known, the minute I sign the deal it was
o'er you as they lowered you down?
Did the bugles sound The Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
And did you leave a wife
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 hour
the story
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
The bugles cease now, he is at peace now
Far from those green hills of Tyrol
Because these green hills are
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