Lyrics:
where the salt junk smells strong
And H is the halyards we hoist with a song
(Chorus)
I's for the eyebolts, good for the feet
J's for the jibs that stand
going to be difficult for Portugal to break them down.
COMMENTATOR 1:
Nice turn by Hope. Plays it out wide to Marangone, who drives forward, looking
a meeting getting my ass kissed (no homo)
By a white man 'cause his daughter fuck with my ad-libs (uh-oh)
I done dropped dick in her friend, I'm like, "My
the salt water people
We always live by the sea
Now I'm down here living in the city
With my man and a family
My island home, my island home
My island home,
Salt in my lungs
Carried by this man from the shore
Naught left but chaff
From the voyage I endured
Brought to by his alien voice
The left hand path
appointed by the state
Oh, Utah justice can be had
But not for a union man
And Joe was warned by summer early morn
That there'd be one less singer in
Something about wine and Portugal.
Wild man blocking the way of a businessman Doing a
spasmodic dance and screams Take a dump in my head Take a dump
in my
standing
Be an honest man and keep clean hands
Let your love shine, to those He sends
Not by strength, not by force, but by his spirit )
Don't just talk,
single-parent, double-wide squalor
Wild child, coyote-kid without a collar
Trying to get by on a high and a dollar
It’s the salt in the sting
It’s the fire in my
[Chorus]
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, getting crushed by buildings
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, getting crushed by buildings
I'll take 30
east
And feel like they could be at home
Dem get tricked by the beast
But a where dem ago flee when the monster is fully grown?
Solomonic linage whe
and rough seas
restricts navigation
So she runs down by the store till she meets an
older man
Where have You been keeping yourself
so long, little girl?
with the program
I'm a grown ass man, call me pops
Fuck around and take your phone ass man
Everybody know Jack, but they don't know Jack, man
They
Feel this composition, it's a brand new dub
First thing I did, was went to the pub
Tequila with worm, lemon, salt, and no rocks
Cause when it hits my
They were getting interviewed by some good man whose name was Bill
I'm almost there to Vegas where they're puttin' on a show
They've come so far,
Feel this composition, it's a brand new dub
First thing I did, was went to the pub
Tequila with worm, lemon, salt, and no rocks
Cause when it hits my
the salt; the dead exult
Preachers beg our clemency
Seeking warmth in humanity's eyes
We who kept the candle by the vault
We who kept the candle
As gentle tides go rolling by
Along the salt sea strand
The colours blend and roll as one
Together in the sand
And often do the winds entwine
Do
This borrowed blood and these stolen bones
Belong to the beggar resting on thrones
Take what I have, I'm just a man
Cultivated by some sun-ripened
to uncover them
I have somehow got
Away with everything
Anything you ever did was strictly by design
But you got it wrong
And I'll go anywhere but there
The Lowlands of Holland
The love that I have chosen was to my heart's content.
The salt sea shall be frozen before that I repent.
Repent it I
on bath salts
Bet this shit might taste way better with salt
Taco Bus
Tostadas
Got nothin' on cannibalism
Straight raw
All about the guap?
Man you kiddin'
I used to be married,
now I drag around the ring
on a sling
in a barrel of salt.
She gave me her 20s.
Gave her a painting
by my mother
of a couple
never see you fair ladies again
We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt seas
Until we strike
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