Lyrics:
Now that you set everybody free
What you going to do about me?
Don't want to be treated like some poor grateful clown
I'd rather go back in the sweet
When I was a baby I hadn't a care in the world,
But now I'm a man, my troubles fill my head,
When I was five it was good to be alive,
But now I'm
still some oil by the old elm tree
And a dead squirrel that I hit
But if I hadn't left, I would've struck you dead
So I took a ride instead
Bottoming
[Johnny Blaze]
So what we smoke cancer sticks and weed and all that good shit
Fuck the world, word up
Sunz of Man, Method Man, True Mast',
Johnny he hates Mondays
And he's thinking of a ride
Johnny bought a ticket and he'll be gone for the night
He screams about, sometimes you'll hear
He
her nose
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Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
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Frankie was a good woman
Everybody knows
She gave her man Johnny a hundred dollar bill
Just to buy one suit of clothes
Frankie went down
by the grateful people I have saved
You see, everybody loves me, baby, what's the matter with you?
Won'tcha tell me what did I do to offend you?
You affi grateful grateful grateful
From yuh have life just give thanks all when di plate nuh full
Juss be grateful grateful grateful
Mi a pre big
her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
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the famous dead sea Tupperware
Listen, ah, still good
Wait, don't go
I can see that you're only interested in the exceptionally rare
I think, then, you
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone
to the floor dead
No more said, case closed, end of discussion
I'm blowin' up like spontaneous human combustion
Leavin' you in the aftermath of holocaust
Put a dead cat on the railroad tracks
When the wolf bains blooming by the tressle
And get the eyeball of a rooster
And the stones from a ditch
Funny back then, she said that about you
Que sera, you'll never guess who I saw
Remember Johnny B? Remember him? We were best friends, practically
The only good god is a dead god, baby
The only damn god I need
Don't draw your own conclusion
Submit to the grand illusion
Get on your knees
There will be no
with dead presidents, no mo feanin weed & alcohol, or cocaine, I never thought Id be sober spittin this propane, got out the dope game, that life is
wrong with the world
Don't lose the dreams inside your head
They'll only be there til you're dead
Dream
Lying on the roof counting
The suns that
(I got to hold it by my side)
Grown accustomed to her looks
(I wanna be, be your ornament)
Grown accustomed to her trace
('Cause I love you, baby,
to insane, I rain firewater
Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order
I got my sword cross your throat you joke
We on the run with the golden guns, get
we'll cut you a smile
May I be at the Heaven's gate
A half hour before
Before the devil knows I'm dead
I'm always dressed up for good
Dear
I’m grateful
The things you do for me
Nobody can do for me
I’m so grateful
Lord I’m thanking you for life
The things you do for me
Nobody can do for
the good news sunk in
He paid a heavenly price
By giving His life
And I can't wait to go home to Him
I'm ready to go that distance
And God only knows
patient and watch as they pass you by
Don't lose no sleep
Repeat after me
"I'm cool as can be"
Baby, I'm breezy (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Baby, I'm breezy
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