Lyrics:
On the mosty cruel
Henry Hall and David Lloyd betty Grable too
Hello, this is John, speaking with his voice
(Huh) We're all very happy to be able
To talk to you
a-talkin' to the people who don't listen,
"To the things that you are sayin', who do you think's gonna hear.
"And if you should die explainin' how
"Daddy, what are you doing?"
Haha, okay then
Everybody, listen up
I'm goin' to hell
Who's comin' with me?
Somebody, please help him
I think my dad's
of a light
I see a strange kind of sight
Of cages joined to form a star
Each person can't go very far
All tied to their things
They're netted by their
of it, 'cause you remember it all too well, yeah
'Cause there we are again, when I loved you so
Back before you lost the one real thing you've ever
(Johnny)
Be good be good.
"Are you going to play football this year, John?"
"No!"
"Oh, well you must be going to play cricket this year then,
are
and the dreamdoll saleslady sits at the reception desk. Without prompting she goes into her rap: "This is the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging, those you are about
a John Wayne movie
To remind us once again
Better drink yer glasses empty now
It's time to hit the line
You got one less cause in the world
To be leaving
(Johnny)
Be good be good.
"Are you going to play football this year, John?"
"No!"
"Oh, well you must be going to play cricket this year then,
are
Better days are coming by and by
Don't you get down hearted, don't you cry
Troubles will be over, all our joys come over
Better days are coming by
who've come to see me, for those that'd prove me guilty
May the joker hear your call and show you all more mercy"
John 'Babbacombe' Lee
John 'Babbacombe'
the flood, people judge
They did the same thing to Noah
Everybody wanted Yandhi
Then Jesus Christ did the laundry
They say the week start on Monday
But
think we are headed for a real big fall
I think we are headed for a bad time
I'm going to go downstairs
I'm gong to sit by myself
All alone in
Oh, listen to my story, I'll tell you no lies,
How John Lewis did murder poor little Omie Wise.
He told her to meet him at Adams's Springs.
He
by
But they all disappear from view
And I only have eyes for you
I don't know if we're in a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here, so am I
Maybe
somethin I need yuh mama
I did a really dumb thing to bring you drama
I was just frontin with all the glamma
Roc-a-wear, sean john, dolce gabbana
On di
all the things life can be, shinin' soft in your eyes
And you decorated my life
Created a world
Where dreams are a part
And you decorated my life
By
you'd've taken me with you wherever you went
They talk all night and they talk all day
Not for a minute, do I believe anything they say
I'm gon' bring
Oh, listen to my story, I'll tell you no lies,
How John Lewis did murder poor little Omie Wise.
He told her to meet him at Adams's Springs.
He
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I
Would like to say to you, but I don't know how
Because maybe, you
wings, and lots of things
Are seldom what they seem
Sometimes you think you've lived before
All that you live to day
Things you do come back to you
'bout things but not actually doing the things
'Cause all you people are vampires
And all your stories are stale
And though you pretend to stand by
And how come John and Elvis are dead?"
Youth, beautiful youth
We walked through the walls until we found the truth
And said "Change it, it's ugly just
(yeah-yeah)
What about the night we cried?
Things like a lover's vow
Things that we don't do now
Thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do
Memories are all
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