Lyrics:
There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run
When the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun
Long before the white
by day
Time, time again, it is said
We will hear, we will see
See it all in his wisdom hear
His truth will abound the land
This truth will abound
to blow)
Cootie in the chair
You're all
Cheeba cheeba, y'all (you're all)
I need (all I need) (you don't stop)
To get by (yeah, yeah)
(W-w-wild, I'm
where the sun always sets
Gang lands, old farms get threatened
A lot of fam from the South had to
Step but carried on with their weapons
In the bad ass
I was left as a child
dragged from the cradle, I was weaned in the wild
ran with the wolfpack, flesh torn to shreds
in the compensations, I was left
And still those little things remain
That bring me happiness or pain
A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces
An airline ticket to romantic places
a weary band
Esau gave me sleeplessness
And a piece of moral land
My father favored Esau who was eager to obey
All the bloody wild commandments
The Old Man
been ready, hit the bass
Hit it
Guess who back in the building
With the motherfuckin problems
Top of the world, all the way from the bottom
Turn this
Uh. Here it comes.
Well, funky monkey's in the jungle tonight.
They got two by two. Didn't get me right.
They playing loudest baby.
Gone
cash in a rubber band (a lotta blue cash in the rubber)
Mount it- she in Barbie land (Barbie land)
Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens (by
I bought you a golden necklace fit for a Queen
If that's a golden necklace, why's my neck turnin' green?
He's Romantic! ~ I'm Romantic!
He's
the soil from which they came
West Wind with your splendor
Take my brothers by the hand
Sunshine spread your glory
Unify this promised land
Free from
the soil from which they came
West Wind with your splendor
Take my brothers by the hand
Sunshine spread your glory
Unify this promised land
Free from
A lost soul and a romantic who believes
That if we live in forgiveness
We die in our dreams
After all these years of our running wild
I believe I'll
really do love the land
And rather all this than those diamante lovers
In Hyde Park holding hands
Blowing heat through my fingers
Trying to kill off this
I said remember this moment
In the back of my mind
The time we stood with our shaking hands
The crowds in stands went wild
We were the kings
And still those little things remain
That bring me happiness or pain
A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces
An airline ticket to romantic places
And I'm, I'm not full of shit
I don't care who I hurt, I don't care who I do wrong
This is your mess I'm stuck in, I really don't belong
When I take out
lullaby
I want to be where the sun warms the sky
When it's time for siesta you can watch them go by
Beautiful faces, no cares in this world
Where
And still those little things remain
That bring me happiness or pain
A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces
An airline ticket to romantic places
There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run
When the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun
Long before the white
and free
Like this galloping inside me
Tossed by instinct and where we land
Is vast and certain of all that's planned
Pullin' back the reins
I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Traveling through this wearisome land
I've got a home in that yonder city, good lord
And it's not, not made by hand
Romantic language of the Portuguese
Melody on a wooden flute
Samba floating in the Summer breeze
Float on
It's alright you can stay asleep
You can
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