Lyrics:
Down by the boathouse at Shaker Lake
When there wasn't nothing but love to make,
They were two young lovers wishing on the stars above.
Well,
3 black crows were sitting on a fence
Watching the world pass them by
Laughing at humanity and its pretense
Wondering where next to fly...
*And they
a back seat
I stung like an Ali
Pushing work by the alley
You’ll get hurt if you try me
Murk be a homie
And I ain’t need nobody
But I was down for a body
At first Mom and Papa called the little boy Ned
raised him on the banks of the riverbed
A houseboat tied to a big tall tree
a home for my Papa
ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[Swizz beatz]
It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over
[Sonja
does
But you don't work here anymore
It's just a vacant 3 by 4
And they might fill your place
A temporary stand-in for your face
This happens
I'm free-fallin' feet first out of a damn tree
To stampede your chest 'til you can't breathe
And when I'm down to my last breath
I'ma climb
someone in my house, there's someone in my house
[911 dispatch]
Can you please run by your address for me
[woman]
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
ghostly
Rush me, 'cause you ain't gonna live to roast me
I'll have my motherfuckin' ass kicked by Moby
If I let some bitch in the can like 'Bis cop over
and honey flowed
I was only following instructions
When the judge
Sent me down the road
With your subpoena
When you cease to exist
Then who will you
Well, I had two weeks of vacation time coming
After working all year down at Big Roy's Heating And Plumbing
So one night when my family the I were
Novocaine
You run your mouth in circles
Novocaine
You talk back to your mother
Eyes locked on the four by three
Once for yes and twice forever
Wrapped under
who's at home with his son
Knew better than he thought and she was plannin to run
Eleanor 's siblings Frank, Gayle and Howard
Was robbing banks for dough,
Well, I had two weeks of vacation time coming
After working all year down at Big Roy's Heating And Plumbing
So one night when my family the I were
You got food, good moods, and what's better than together with your people
When wishers give a toast by the tree, it's Merry Christmas
Santa Claus
gave way
In the attic mama's holding the babe
But the water's rising
Polly Ward's house down in Cove Creek
Floated for three miles in one piece
Richard
Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong
Under the shade of a coolabahs tree
And he sang as he watched and waited till his Billy boiled
You'll
good, got chocolate so hot
Mistletoe up, hanging by the bright lights
Stockings on the wall, the tree is such a sight
Milk and cookies, by the fire so
stops to climb a tree
And they all go marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The ants go marching four by four,
of a river bed A house
boat tied to a big tall tree A home for my poppa and
my momma and me The clock strikes three Poppa jumps
to his fee Already Moma's
Lets go!
If you don't know, you’re about to know right now You’re about to learn
Education
Pick up poet tree. Pick up poet tree. Pick up poet tree
At first Mom and Poppa called the little girl a lady
They raised her on the banks of a river bed
A house boat tied to a big tall tree
A home for
hopes and everyone's
Anyone worth a minute of your time,
When unhampered by the agents,
Of the governors of the faceless so opaque,
As bare tree's
Chorus
Verse 3:
A few months went by with phone calls and some dinners
Moonlit nights with Marvin Gaye, Dramatics, and The Spinners
Top down on the Vette
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