Lyrics:
cbstience, Don't do it
Early in the morning when we're all alone
How could I be so dumb
We're driving drunk in your husband's car
Let's throw the baby seater
the car, no concert is too far
Popped the ice cold beer and turned the music up, 600 miles to go
Buenos Aires, Mexico City, L.A and Santiago
United we stand
Black goat walk to me in humanoid form
Stabs me through the neck with its black horn
Then I levitate, levitate, levitate, levitate, levitate
Look into
I took I Ten east
From El Paso
Then I turned south at Van Horn
I had never been
To West Texas
But I bless the day I was born
Just to see that sky
and have them tighten anything shaking loose
He don't know shit about cars he just has hammers wrenches all kind of tools
I'm with all the smoke I come with
money in they bank, got that shit in they pants, yeah
Movin' with the new cars, rockin' Heavens, yeah, yeah
They don't understand, yeah, yeah
I don't
the ones who they choose to arrest
In the hood I see the white and blue cars as pests
I know you hear a little anger, the reason is just
They treat us like
of things to say are held in high regard
A car crash is not an art
Someday you'll see
These arts-and-crafts-type politicians
With their barrel up
a pharmacy car boot sale
Where they're grinding down narwhal tusks into magic dust
Puncture my ribcage and place that horn upon a horse and call it a unicorn
And shes on fire!
I love that back, I dont front, but what I want is for my girl
is to be more than a badonkadonk.
(So honk your horn!) So long
Come on,
happened just back at the start
i don't wanna be famous
and blow my horn like miles davis
suck here on my dick
and then tell me im the greatest
all them
coming to town
Santa Claus is coming to town
Santa Claus is coming to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty toot toots and rummy tum
loved so well
In the early morning the shirt-factory horn
Called women from Craigeen
The Moor and the Bog
While the men on the dole
Played the mother's
Uh, woo, yo, yo, yo uh, uh
Bitch blowin', like a horn (Blowin')
Big stick, big filled up with corn (Okay)
I'll make your mum wish you was never born
to go
So I rode that bicycle home
Thumbs up, daddy honkin' on the horn
I got my first job workin' on a dairy farm
Drivin' tractor and bailin' hay
You may travel very far in a psychedelic car
Mental mushrooms growing mold, clog your life as it unfolds
Ssydarthurr! Ssydarthurr!
And deep
telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rudy-toot-toot and rummy tum tums
Santa Claus is coming
pussy
With my pace I wish you will endure like nobody did
Oh, damn
She a savage
Pull on her horns like she was the villain
And we fucking and banging
I spent that night
Of twenty thousand demons
Into a white rent car
Outside, like you had wondered,
The snow was falling fast
""Just cristals
burning greedy red the horns began
To blow "three cheers for jericho"
the first evacuee I was headed
For the sea ,I saw them the roadside refugees
The boys
to wake up?
You got it good like hot sex after the break up
Your four car garage it's just more space to take up
You even bought your mom a new whip
épreuve
Car elle me laissa toute latitude
Pour une longitude de 69
Elle me dit "T'es un drôle de trimaran
Depuis que tu me défrises le goémon
J'ai
stoped the car i seen a hina walking sola she got near the ramfla and she was looking kinda buena, Como te llamas?, she said Elena.
Le dije mi nombre
We got Tennessee moonshine, chicken, and beer
The band's in the barn, and the gang's all here
Just park your car down by the corn
If you're
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