Lyrics:
holiday
If the South woulda won
We woulda had it made
I'd make my Supreme Court down in Texas
And we wouldn't have no
Killers getting off free
If they were
holiday
If the South woulda won
We woulda had it made
I'd make my Supreme Court down in Texas
And we wouldn't have no
Killers getting off free
If they were
funny faces and that's his hobby.
On the other hand love ain't a happy word
On the other hand love ain't a piece of skirt,
Makes for something
Somehow they didn't seem young
[Chorus]
They're on their holidays
But they still find a reason to fight
No matter how long they stay
Can't make
But all I think of is love 'round the holidays
Is heart and soul enough for this gift exchange?
What it is that makes me blue could be fixed if there
They had been listening to our music and was inspired by what we did
And just the fact that, you know, Big Pun was covering it
And gettin' at me
of weather
Were all in this thing together
Were just trying to make a living
Just trying to get by
It's a one-way street to nowhere
Where nothing's
of weather
Were all in this thing together
Were just trying to make a living
Just trying to get by
It's a one-way street to nowhere
Where nothing's
bright
Like how my smile will be tonight
When you walk through that door
'Cause I don't care about the gifts
I won't make a Christmas list
When all I want
intoxicate me
I shiver each time that you speak
How much more can I endure, my love?
The sound of your voice makes me weak
If my bodily functions operate
the suit has just bought a new car
From the profit he's made on your dreams
But today you just read that the man was shot dead
By a gun that didn't make
'round.
A mark, a yen, a buck or a pound
...a buck or a pound
...a buck or a pound.
Is all that makes the world go around
That clinking, clanking sound
on the boulevard
And cold nights make staying alert so hard
For heaven's sake, keep me awake so I won't be caught off guard
Clearly I am a passerby but I'll find
hear that whistle blow
I want to pack my suitcase and go
The lonesome sound of a train going by
Makes me want to stop and cry
In the still
that sound, each time you hear a loud collective sigh
They're making music to watch girls by
Guys talk girl talk, it happens everywhere
Eyes watch
that sound, each time you hear a loud collective sigh
They're making music to watch girls by
Guys talk girl talk, it happens everywhere
Eyes watch
bounce'll make you swing
Ounce by ounce
The jersey bounce
Puts you right in the swing
That jersey bounce
It'll make you swing
Give me that jersey
Mary Skeffington, close your eyes
And make believe that you are just a girl again
Go to sleep tonight, dream of days
When you had something there
The one thing he must keep alive
Will the wolf survive?
Drifting by the roadside
Climbs each storm and aging face
Wants to make some morning's fate
of the palette, all sanguine and cool
The music mostly jazz, the jazz mostly old
Punctured by some punk and some old smoky soul
An atlas on the trunk from
This is that Holiday Glow
Shinning on them Hatterz In the freezing cold
Trying to kill our spirit
By telling us to take it slow
Look em in their eyes
Music is a power, people depend on every day
They make their decisions by the records that they play, oh
Music's takin' over, music makes you dance
a millionaire
Whenever she comes around
Whenever I hear that sound
She smell like money when she walk by
All heat, no smoke, but she on fire
If they
sound
That makes my world go round
I come alive with you by my side
I can't get close enough
Whenever I feel your touch
Nothing lights up my sky
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