Lyrics:
standing by the door.
Says it's time to change our places
And get down on the floor and kill 'em, baby.
Daddy's all gone, he's just halfway home.
He's
home
From that sore, oppressed island that they call the shamrock shore
Now Ireland is with plenty blessed
But the people, we are sore oppressed
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But somethin' 'bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house
to the tide
Come with me, or go alone, he's come to take his children home
It's the same story the crow told me; it's the only one he knows
Like
Well, every time that I come home
Nobody wants to let me be
It seems that all the friends I've got
Just got to come interrogate me
Well, I
Home Journal
And told Avon not to call anymore
Men have no need for magazines they don't read
For perfume and powder and such
Me and the house
Roll on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on, eighteen-wheeler, roll on (roll on)
Well, it's Wednesday evening, momma's waitin' by the phone
It
we've sinned
Well, it was what I wanted now
And if we're victims of the night
I won't be blinded by the light
Just call me angel of the morning, (angel)
by the telephone
I'm just a-waitin' for a call from you
It's all over town, you're gonna put me down
It's all over town, you're gonna put me down
And, and Carl Perkins wrote us another song
That tells about the reason for it all
That takes us back home and
Again, tells it like it was when I
way home
If it's for me it's on the way home
Like fragments of a broken mind
I splinter by my own design
This search is not a waste of time
karats each lobe (by the pair)
Private life, private jets 'round the globe (private life)
Hit a bitch, hit a lick with the 'cho (hey)
Walk it like I
we've sinned
Well, it was what I wanted now
And if we're victims of the night
I won't be blinded by the light
Just call me angel of the morning, (angel)
Well, every time that I come home
Nobody wants to let me be
It seems that all the friends I've got
Just got to come interrogate me
Well, I
that's where I call my home
Whenever you doubt it, I'll be lettin' you know
Whoa, girl, I want to be dancin' with you forever
You see through
the clock tick so slowly
Gotta get away
Or my brains will explode
Give me something to do
To kill some time
Take me to that place
That I call home
my Richard was clean
Squire-dem chatting shit
I bust his spleen
Suckin this dick you know its a blur
Down with the kids, call me Attenbruh
Shagged
gets home
She goes on about the weather
How she can't believe it's already 1943
She calls me Raymond
And that's alright by me
She talks about
Away home. (haven't got long)
I haven't got long to stay here.
My Lord , he calls me. (calls me)
I can hear him calling me by the lightning.
(lightnin')
when I'm not
Two big chairs sittin' side by side
With a Holy bible and a TV guide
TV guide, TV guide, great God o' mighty
It's a TV guide
I got
What's happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over.
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover.
vegetable)
Call it by name
(Call any vegetable)
Call one today
(Call any vegetable)
When you get off the train
(Call any vegetable)
Call any vegetable
happiness I've known.
You see me coming, you wink your eye and call me Captain Jim.
And when I don't do nothing but walk on by you say babe, get a load
Well, every time that I come home
Nobody wants to let me be
It seems that all the friends I've got
Just got to come interrogate me
Well, I
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