Lyrics:
smile with the rising sun (Yeah-Yeah!)
Three little birds, pitched by my doorstep (Yo-Yo!)
Singing sweet songs (hey now), of melodies pure and true (Hey
can
It's a good thing you don't have a bus fare
Or it would fall through the hole in your pocket
And you'd lose it on the snow on the ground
You
seconds to ground
One second to
Asteroid
Coming in from the void
On the bed of the ocean
Where history lies
Strange civilizations
know what it's for?
We're saying no way, no way USA
Drill a hole and fuck the ground and spend the cash and print some more
We're saying no way, no way
By the Devil's wash and the coyote hole in the wild Owyhee Range
Somewhere in the sage tonight the wind calls out his name.
Aye, aye, aye
could been holding onto that space
fire makes a hole in the ground x 4
i’m on the heat
(fire makes a hole in the ground)
i sat up right beside you
i am
Number One (aka Animal)
written by Mary Simon & Sarah Beatty
I would like to tell a story
Of when I met a tiger without a gun
Oh she marked her
hurts, yeah
And it ain't falling down by degrees
I think I'm gonna die
From trying to kick a hole in the sky
Trying to kick a hole in the sky
Trying
well
But she baked it as the holes in
Well drill, ye tarriers, drill
[Chorus]
And drill, ye tarriers, drill
a hole and end my troubles
When I'm gone you can plant some seeds
These grounds, fertilized by me
By me, by me, by me
By me, by me, buy me
Buy me, buy me,
potent (yeah), legalize it
Give a nigga freedom, I got the pre-rolls, no leak holes
Baby, if you need them, get your life and your mind right
By myself
There's a hole in my shoe but I don't mind
'Cause it keeps me connected to the ground when I'm
Feelin' like maybe if I ain't careful I'll just blow
Supper time in the hole
Supper time in the hole
I shame my family, shame my home
Supper time
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for
One and one and one is two
All this and more you said was true
And if you'd left me ground to stand on
I'd run so far away from you
What do you
And my hopes
I buried them in a hole in the ground
Don't talk to strangers.
Oh, in the strangest dreams, walking by your side
It is the hole you impose upon your life
When you're out, loneliness,
over cheese my nigga
What's beef my nigga ridin' by slow mo
Bullet holes in caine and sharif my nigga
Fuck peace my nigga 'cause every time we try
stampede, and seen the rise and fall
Of camps where men got gold in chunks and he got none at all;
That's prospected a bit of ground and sold it for
Written by: Jake Drew
What would you think of me
If you thought of me
What would you see if there was something that you saw In me
Who would It be if
Don't talk to strangers.
Oh, in the strangest dreams, walking by your side
It is the hole you impose upon your life
When you're out, loneliness, it
On the table when I'm hungry
Something tall and cool when I'm dry
And a true loving woman to stand by me
Sweet heaven when I die
Go dig a hole in the meadow good
You're bundled up now, wait 'til you get older
But the meteor men beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture
The ice we skate is getting
Good evening, ...., it's for you
Hanging in the stars, suspended from the dark
Life is long and heavy like a shadow on a spark and it will blow
dearly, you try to keep them close
'Cause some of them get bitten by that rabbit down the hole
And once you walk past through the grass, you're never
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