Lyrics:
a great night
I dunno what you fishin' for hope you catch you a great white
Me I see great white heavy as killer whales
I cannot believe this who knew it
And the day before
But by then, we'll all be indians anyway
But by then, we'll all be indians anyway
White indians
Dark indians
White indians
Dark indians
White
sputter out
Guess who's living here with the great undead
This paint by numbers life is fucking with my head, once again
Life is good
And I feel
Before I sputter out
Guess who's living here
With the great undead
This paint by numbers life is messing
With my head, once again, once again
Life
When Charlie speaks of Lester
You know someone great has gone
The sweetest swinging music man
Had a Porkie Pig hat on
A bright star
In a dark
baby
I won't be there next to you
All of the great little pleasures that you bring
Get canceled out by the weird things you do
You made your bed you
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
the weather
You grow up, grow old or hit the road 'round here
So I drive, watching white lines passing by
With my plastic dashboard Jesus, waiting there
jazz is to me
History repeating itself like a
All the great cars of the world in one massive collision
All the doctors swallowed up by one
coloured people by the score
Oooo.....
What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough to take the world and all it's got
And keep it stirring for
There's a graveyard by the station
Where the girls wear nylon skirts and
Sandals ?
The boys ride their Riga 1's
Upon the little hill
Such
up the milky white way,
I'll see that home coming in a ray
How great it must be for angels to see
A pilgrim reach home
On heaven's bright shore (on
to pay for a
sleeve or just have 'em white or what...
W: Fold em yourself (chuckles)
L: What? Yeah, well that's.. don't laugh! That's exactly what..
W:
all so happy there together
In our peaceful little mountain home
But the Savior needs angels up in heaven
Now they sing around the great white throne
the middle
Is the land I love the most
I ain't California pretty
I can't survive the Great White Way
I'm too dumb for New York City
And too ugly for
out ya ass!
So find my album in the stores and look for the white steam
Rip it open, play it and yo' momma might scream
It's hard, other albums are
hole
Don't choke and fall
A pure white hole
Will save us from our souls
The Great White Hole
Solar poles and rabbit holes
Reflections of the moon
There'll be a great gathering in the sky when all of God's children get home
We'll join the happy millions as they sing there around the great white
a great night
I dunno what you fishin' for hope you catch you a great white
Me I see great white heavy as killer whales
I cannot believe this who knew it
Oh the great white tribe were 300,000 strong
Just a drop in the ocean of the world's mighty throng
And under the sun of an African land
Barefoot
track recorders
Powered by trust funds
Of guilty prodigals
The checkered flag's white
At the end of the great credibility race
It's the end of the great
three-on-one I tear the basket off (get off)
Aw shit, look who it is the white Wesley Snipes
Rocking Byzantine, my attitude is Charlie Sheen
Walk around with
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
When Charlie speaks of Lester
You know someone great has gone
The sweetest swinging music man
Had a Porkie Pig hat on
A bright star
In a dark
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