Lyrics:
against the sky
When I was a boy I grew to love this land
And the house my granddaddy's hands had made
The walls have held stury through every kind
one of a kind, man
Fourth of July, damn, summer time fine, yeah
Wanna make her mine, yeah, bikini tan lines, yeah
Shines like a dime and she nine
to Rick's bakery can I help,
Wait a minute, aren't you the famous Rock?
Yeah, The Rock, the People's Champ in the house
What's happenin Slick?
Oh my
I was always told as a little girl to turn the other cheek,
Surrounded by those my parents said were too far gone to seek.
Lost in their own prisons,
their parents would be mad if they didn't come back
It was some sort of holiday the kind you dress up for
cnd sit around a table and wish you could throw
my words are ammo
All the trapping shit is giving me the hump like a camel
1247 gigs, 62 countries, they said I wasn't big
They said I wasn't relevant
today
But who is this Santa Evita?
Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?
What kind of goddess has lived among us?
How will we ever get by without
today
But who is this Santa Evita?
Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?
What kind of goddess has lived among us?
How will we ever get by without
thing, in my own country
And I'm so comfy I ain't going to change for no money
I ain't trying to pass blame for the spot I'm in
But I hope you
to eat, afterward I asked
Sittin' down by the sushi bar we laughed past curfew
Three days later, awe at the turk she started feelin' down
I smiled 'n
Joe Stalin Died
Sadness was at my parents side
Khrushchev came and gave us hope
cnd our faith helped us to cope
In ‘56 Hungary was invaded
cnd hope
and without the cameras
Just like the Paparazzi had
Stop atop a country shed
If the peace cant be enough for me then maybe nothing can
Oh my baby, is it cold
at the hotel
I just got cashed out by the promoter
Them doors open up like a folder
Grab my iPhone, about to cup-hold her
Gave the valet a hunnid, said hold
yeah, yeah, yeah
Not just because it was tough, But the way his country eventually sold him out
I think of what must have been his immense frustration.
to eat?" afterwards, I asked
Sittin' down by the sushi bar, we laughed past curfew
Three days later, awe at the turk, she started feelin' down
I
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