Lyrics:
I just flip the ten to a hunnid
Flip the hunnid to a thow
Oooh weee
Ooh weee weee
We pop the doobie
We gat the full license
We do what we like
In
the Byrds and more)
Guy Allison/Keys (Doobie Brothers, Moody Blues, Air Supply)
Kyle Appleton/Guitar (accompanied Glen Campbell, Willie Nelson, Dwight
was only responsive by photo
I was only trying to be
The best big brother I could
I've walked sometimes confused
Sometimes ready to crack open
The Arrival
Leaving by the same door from which he had come in,
He finds some sort of freaks ghetto on the other side.
When they catch sight
Brother, brother oh brother of mine
We used to be down as partners in crime
From our parents our name was forged
I was the Beaver, you Curious
chill by yourself, don't really sweat nobody
Speak to all the brothers and say peace to every hottie
But lurking in the ghetto is a germ that insist
It's such a terrible shame it was only a game
Then her brothers found out seven Johnny be Goode's
We was only pretending at mummys and daddys
They
holding up our neighborhood
And if it wasn't for our mothers
There would be no brothers (amen)
And if it wasn't for our sisters
There would be no
Cut out your tongue, effigies are sold
Words discoloured, bow to the bland
Heal yourself with sinner's salt
Doctors arrested for euthanasia
Kill
nice to people who don't do shit but consume light
Told myself, "Fuck the world kid, just do what you like"
Go and have a food fight, start yourself
Hair trigger, walk up closer, ain't no Photoshoppin'
Friends bipolar, grab you by your pockets
No option if you froze up, always play the offense
little brother, man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you
For four hours and you just said, "No"
That's pretty shitty, man,
believe?
You want what everybody else got
Caught up in the madness 'cause focused you're not
But who's to blame when every day's the same?
Days passin' by
little brother, man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you
For four hours and you just said, "No"
That's pretty shitty, man,
damn town to get killed
It's all about the game, and nothin' else
You come out here, you better watch yourself
Cause you can wear what you want, even
to the other
She got breast like an utter
But she fuck and she suck like she next on the come up
So I left her a letter
The bitch stole my sweater
So the clip by
crook
Rule number one: get yourself a gun
A nine in your ass'll be fine
Keep it in your glove comparment
cause jackers (yo) they love to start shit
didn't have to, but you could've signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother, man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold
Time went by, turned you into a butterfly
I was still in my cocoon, you know a brother shy
In the shadow of yourself where you live
In the shadow
Well, I compare you two
You've got the same toothy grin
And a penchant for dramatic ends
See the harbor lights
His five brothers down there
From
This world of ours always torn by wars
And it makes you sit down ask yourself
Just what am I living for
And in the darkness of the dawn
I get down
stressing doing more drugs
Not to mention if you test them they be four guns
I need funds with some versatile out of order
Now I'm posted up by the Eddie
Wanted to get yourself right
So I let you stay at my home
When I started peepin' you makin' eyes at my boo
Goin' out your way to be all up in her face
more drugs
Not to mention if you test them they be four guns
I need funds with some versatile out of order
Now I'm posted up by the Eddie Bauer
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