Lyrics:
of the tree
The presents underneath
It's the magic words: it's time to eat
It's tradition we share
With memories in the air
It's chaos and peace meeting here
diddle diddle.
Sizzlin' summers, kids on the rise,
Catchin' lightning bugs, clearin' the skies.
Feelin' that beat, like disco in the air,
Groovin'
And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet
And your knee-deep in the dark water with your hands in the air
And the whole world's a-watchin'
a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Leave a suicide note,
above
Or in the eyes, you are meeting
Now, you are there
And you sense the feeling
A great gift to share
Your North star is leading
Have you ever
the author
Drama at the opera, crime story novel
Tuxedo suit and silencer on the nozzle
Meeting place scheduled at the Broadway musical
Bravo, we arrive in
Look here see
Pretty Mike shanked Two-Face Al over some gal
Found the body dead in the isles
Death by strangulation
Microphone cord, a dirty
folks go crazy from the corporate engine hum
Like the threads runnin' through a weaver's loom, held in place by the same
Are the workers in their
Walked up the hill
So that I could clear my mind
Surrounded by a world
Where the blind are intertwined
In this terrain
Nothing more is sacred here
I am so tired
I am still half asleep
But I need money
To pay the bills and eat
This light's unnatural
It's making my head ache
I grab a tea
In my
So as soon as the sun comes up
I think I'm gonna roll out
I'll head to the ocean
I'm gonna breathe in that salty air
And I'll rock my sure grips
With
I played it off, stopped and I bought a Guinness Stout
Now was she shy, she didn't walk by
She came in the store then she even said hi
Curiosity
and the guys in Kani
All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by
You gotta get your groove on, before you go get paid
So tip up your cup and throw your
Lyrics & Composed by Jay Livingston, Raymond B.Evans
City sidewalks, busy sidewalks dressed in holiday
style In the air there's a feeling
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Me an' RJ an' the kids was on a camp-out in the mountains, and we had us one'a them you-Drive-'Em Army Jeep
Big ballin' with my homies!
Big ballin' with my homies!
Me and my Click-alation, at home away from home
In the Black Bentley Azura, with
in the air
Like you don't care
Blow your whole bag throw them bills in the air
Like you don't care
Now go get a girl get her to dance
By handing her
up
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for
the guns decide
Who broke the law
Surrender or fight
Tombstone
Blood on the ground
Lead in the air
The war has just begun
O.K. Corral
Side by
rockin' that unity
Motherfucker! Yeah yeah motherfuckers, it's on it's on it's on
Throw your hands in the air, and wave 'em like you just don't care
hands waving in the air.
But the looks my legs are getting from that man across the aisle
Almost make the pain and misery and doctor bills worthwhile.
If
words for you
Punk Haiku
Crazy Charlie and Sonny Boy kiss the sky
Friday night right by TV eye
I've got that Delta mud caked on my boots
Soaking in
man brawl three men fall
Bullets flew I had to drug my man behind a wall
Left a wet trail, delivered these slugs like air mail
Directly at the cat
outside
The bricks are bleeding mysteries
A film noir expectation of a meeting
By an open fire place feeding red books
To the cold, to old ash
I still
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