Lyrics:
lyin, hit him on south street
Hit him once we dead him, forget him, losin no sleep
Chain brand, bottle of perfume found in the back seat
really turns you on Play it 'til the end Buy your pleasure friend without the lonely desperation Then you start again a brand new guaranteed relation
fears away
So c'mon (c'mon)
C'mon (c'mon)
Every dog must have it's day
You'll have your day...okay!
You've got your brand-new friends
They were just
on
It's like your mom says, baby-bubba
Don't you worry, pray
You'll discover
A brand new place
Somewhere or another
Where you'll get your things
your mail
Paper shredders, dog toys, clogs
Garden hose, ceramic frogs
Brand names, fake rocks, rabbit feet
Magnet glue, grade-A meat
Aisle two
gone)
I'm gonna make a brand new start
(See, he gave me trust again)
He is my lover and my friend
(And I will never cry again)
Because in his world
and one for me
Kickin' down the blvd.
In brand new shoes
Well, you see the be girl
Got eyes for you
She said, get you finger
Outta my mouth
I
cows he saw,
A ploughin' through the ragged skies
And up a cloudy draw.
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,
The ghost herd in the sky.
Their brands were
fucking voice
Deafened in the deathly noise
Created by their brand new toys
So who's gonna fight?
Who's gonna die?
I'll tell you why
I won't do what ever
We won't forget
We won't forget
We won't forget
We won't forget
And soon you will forget
What it was like
Before your brand new mind
But
the house and ya might get hurt.
Feel my aggression!
Yo, Brand X, its time for wreck for respect.
That's what I mean when we're snappin' necks
We're
Oh, boy, it's a brand new day and I can't be late,
Got to get myself on the bus
No time for any delays, coach said I get
To play today get to get
don't love you"
And you'll take back, "It's over" and "Honey, we're through"
We'll both say we're sorry and make a brand new start
Let me uncry your tears
your eyes
That brand of woo you've been brewin'
Took me by surprise.
You witch, you witch,
One thing is for sure.
That stuff you pitch
Just
Bobby stops off at the bar
Showin' off his brand new car
Got the top laid down
He buys a round for all his friends
Daddy's money never ends
It's
gone to far
You won't even sit in my brand new car
It's got reclining bucket seats
And a CD player
So what's your fucking beef
Is it my cozy leather
he would ride all night
Run away from it all
Leave the nightmare behind
Wake in the morning in a brand new place
Where the people he'd meet
Didn't
Would you like to buy me a brand new pair of pyjamas
Would you like to fly with me on a holiday to Grenada
Have V.I.P. treatment, a send off by brass
like I've been poured into my little sister's blue jeans
And somebody's too-tight brand new high-heeled shoes
I'm gonna slip away from you babe
revenge - that makes my blood boil
Pay back is a bitch, dirty nigga, and your brand this box
Are you ready for death?
Here's your cemetery plot
That I
Each days a brand new life
your eyes
That brand of woo you've been brewin'
Took me by surprise.
You witch, you witch,
One thing is for sure.
That stuff you pitch
Just
who stole my heart away
I gave that old swing a brand new coat of paint
And I told the tale as we swung to and fro
And said, "I hope this how our
cold in the sun
Brand new acquaintance, who knows no-one
Only home when in pictures running in my head
'Cause I don't believe in nothing, speak
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