Lyrics:
Five hundred racks, sold out
I never been more proud
Need more light on me (bum, bum)
Shine on me
This my final form
Tell 'em all, "Chile, please"
each other through the trials and errors and the gloomy weather
First time I saw your face
Caught me by surprise no I can't lie
Most beautiful eyes
Bum
How did I get to here?
A random chain of events
Or chemical and elements
Conspiring, divining
From the star I've been pulled apart
By
There's a cat in town that you might know
He goes by the name of Domino
A long tweed jacket and a diamond ring
A blue sport car, he's a crazy
Taking away the fundamental rights
Of you and me
Goes against what it means to be free
Blinded by religious hypocrisy
Bound down by laws
Okay, alright, so now we do our outro
Thank you Birkenstock for sponsoring us
Thank you Birkenstock
Even though we're not sponsored by Birkenstock
War of attrition
Cruelty by design
A battle waged to demoralize
Resistance was met
More than they could expect
The cost would be paid by both sides
be quenched by night
Let the moon erase the daylight
Let the weight of attrition finally break through the ice
We will drown in the dark waters
Beneath
off
And maybe it's the weed
But you never got me off
Caught in your emerald eyes
Candy with lemon and lime
Down by the fire light
Kissing with hints
And you are six feet under
Dead by your own hand
As you lost your destination
Something drilled holes in your soul
It's time to meet your maker
Raise
Well, I ain't been home for so doggone long
I almost forgot where I come from
Ain't got no money but I still ain't a bum
I'm almost nearly but not
Shadowed truth never tries to hide
An inconvenient pride
Builds abundant supplies
As the Puritan dies
The attrition machine
Builds a new
bum bum bum
Bum bum bum bum bum bum
It was a cold night when you let yourself in
They both were armed, you did not care
And one by one your
Torment
bum
Eat your bum
Cloud conversion, vapour dismay
Altering the masses, day by day
Mist on horizon, stain on this earth
Big brown blanket, tuck in
Hey, yeah, I like this right here
Makes me feel free
It's got that, uh, you know
That bom, ba-dum bum, ba-da-da-da-da (Mr.)
Bom, ba-dum bum
By: jimmy buffett
1970
Every day held a new surprise
I watched the hunger burning in my sister's eyes
The paste-board shack we called a home
Would
Bum tarara bum barman leje rum
Znów się będzie działo znowu nocy mało
Bum tarara bum zrobimy niezły szum
Znów się będzie działo pokażesz mi swe ciało
will be a war of attrition
Wars against the sleeping
The Revolution will be fought in all forms of mediaaaa
It'll be fought on phone lines
Choose to survive by chance
Or forfeit at once
A crimson flow of imminence
Continuously nourished with mischief
Providing squalor and gradual attrition
Is it speeding up
This attrition of greats
As I get a year older
Is it getting too late
Can't slow the clock
As the seconds tick by
And the sands
It started rainin'
But we both were insane
An' we kept right . . . on dancin'
We looked a sight
By the traffic light
But we . . . kept
The only time I feel alive
When you right by side
You know where to find me
Feelin' the fire
I don't have to testify
Ba ba bum ba ba bum bum baby
I fell in
bum a light
From the ghost of the gang tonight
Kathy lost a nephew under the wheels of a train
A midday suicide after a losing streak
He just
Momma
My
My mommy and me
Going on the beach
I love to watch the waves go by
And a nice wave comes to me
I love the breeze
I love the breeze
Summer
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