Lyrics:
ol' boy just don't fit
Well I can jump in a rosebush and come out smelling like sh
Those misters dressed in blue never done so right by me
Some
of a guy
L-double-E, B-O-Y
Lee Boy, Lee Boy, he's our guy
If you need Lee, he'll be standing by
L-double-E, B-O-Y
When the King of B-flat walks in
would I be without you, Glo?
G-L-O-R-I-A
Is love, my friend
My friend, my friend
I see you standing by the sea
The waves you made will always be
much equipment, and little by little we went insane
Fiery the angels fell, burning in the fires of Orc
You-N-K-L-E, you-N-K, you-N-K, you-N-K-K-L-L
Too much equipment, and little by little we went insane
Fiery the angels fell, burning with the fires of Orc
U-N-K-L-E, U-N-K, U-N-K, U-N-K-K-L-L
ol' boy just don't fit
Well I can jump in a rosebush and come out smelling like sh
Those misters dressed in blue never done so right by me
Some
but the city that dreams, for sure
If by dreams you mean in nightmares
L.A, I'm a dreamer, but I'm from nowhere, who am I to dream?
L.A, I'm upset,
Don't need a reason
(We're) L.A.P.D.
The city of L.A. feels like a prison
With helicopters overhead and bullets whizzing by
Martial law ain't no
Surrounded by
A hundred friends
But still you feel
Alone
I love L.A
That's hard to say
C-L fly
Outside of Popeye's eating chicken and fries
Yeah come holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
You are now listening
gone by
My, my, how she grew
I liked her looks
When I carried her books in Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
I'm gonna send a wire
Hoppin'
on
A roof shooting at bald eagles
Adrenaline, mescaline
Ephedrine and apple sauce
Ain't no way to hang a platinum
Records on these padded walls
Every man's
Drugs are poisonous and it will destroy your life
It's hard to quit, it's hard to leave
You only start in the easiest way
But you cannot leave it by
that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains
D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
I see things that nobody else sees
D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
I see
sensation, mescaline
You need my help cause you're not an atheist
Not too hard to please
Contribute yourself as bribery
You look too pale let's paint it red
I was down in L.A. town, when our manager said "Jump"
I through my close and my saxophone in a two by four bit trunk
I pushed it to the airport
Something has to make us feel this way
Love by another name
Doesn't matter 'cause it's still the same love
Won't depend upon the words we say
Love by
and broker
In more mistakes for me to get blamed
For me to dismay, I'm just getting played
Dumb situations that we call the grind
Day by day, feel like I'm
We are, we are, we are
L.A. on a Saturday night in the summer
Sundown and they all come out
Lamborghinis and their rented Hummers
The party's
I was down in L.A. town, when our manager said "Jump"
I through my close and my saxophone in a two by four bit trunk
I pushed it to the airport
came out bustin' and them bitches couldn't fade me
Yo, what about yo friend?
They had me thinkin' 'bout T.L.C
Ira's a killa and sniper
Protected by
Words and music by Pete Seeger
Sailng down my golden river
Sun and water all my own
Yet I was never alone
Sun and water, old life givers
L'll have
(Hot Water Music) THC / Opium / Morphine / Heroin / Isolation / Distant skies / A far cry / Don’t take me home anymore / DMT / Mescaline / LSD / Tell
(Hot Water Music) THC / Opium / Morphine / Heroin / Isolation / Distant skies / A far cry / Don’t take me home anymore / DMT / Mescaline / LSD / Tell
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