Lyrics:
When we were young, we pledged allegiance
Every morning of our lives
The classroom rang with children's voices
Under teacher's watchful eye
We
When we were young we pledged allegiance
Every morning of our lives
The classroom rang with children's voices
Under teacher's watchful eye
We
Within that knot
Encircling his neck
My possession
My lover
My satanic brother
That boy
That rope
All that lost hope
My life
Taken
By
The hangman's son
would explain the
Line, la perdicié«? de los hombres son las
Maldites mujeres (cursed women), in the
Original version. L.R.
The Laurels
written by
I tanned his eye
He got a taste of Appalachian pride
That sassy son of mine, he was more than I could take
I loaded wife and kids and dogs and then I
a Yankee, like a son of
Freedom, never had a slave
It's etiquette, you idiot
Spend time behind the line
Show sympathy to LA where the sun don't ever
the tiger don't go claw the eagle's eye
But let the eagle take the tiger by surprise
Scratch out her eyes
So make a stand for your man, honey
Try to can
an eye, that flashed a smile
But missed it by a country mile
Now sleek to dive in mirrored pools
And dance like no one sees
So seize the day, yeah,
as one by one they wed
To live as fathers, husbands, apart from lives they've led
Are my lover's threads cut off when aged she laid to rest
My sorrow
as one by one they wed
To live as fathers, husbands, apart from lives they've led
Are my lover's threads cut off when aged she laid to rest
My sorrow
it real life
Let me be a real wife to you
Girlfriend, lover, mother, friend
I adore you
Don't be put off by my quick-wordedness
I'm generally
my lover
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
For forty days
could I do
So all night long I held her in my arms
To keep her from the foggy, foggy dew
Again I am a bachelor and I live with my son
We work
and covers his eyes
He was never supposed to cry
With sons and daughters and home and wife
Taken from him in his autumn life
Should we try and feed you, say
of the month
Lover of twenty-four hour laundromats
Avoider of eye contact
Avoider of blood drives
(Be at rest my friend)
Be at rest
Worked every night
Marie lives on Miracle Row
She tells fortunes, you know
at a dollar a throw
Every pimp and every gigolo
has made love in the afternoon
to the lady by
son of a king,
Instead I was born son of a, killa, surrounded by dealaz an fiends,
Dear God I got some questions, that maybe you can answer,
Why my
and hope we find a way
Like a candle's dying flame
With forgiving eyes
She starts to drift away
Gabriel my son
I see the tide is turning
Can
son of a king,
Instead I was born son of a, killa, surrounded by dealaz an fiends,
Dear God I got some questions, that maybe you can answer,
Why my
lovers,
And I run to meet you there
Private eyes and private moments,
Private words and flying sparks,
Sharing fantasies and secrets,
Fiery kisses, racing
They unfolded your lives one by one
They laid out your patchwork under the sun
And people gathered from miles around
To witness your quilt spread
Jeesuuuus
Streeeeeeeet Jeesuuuus
Good God Almighty, s’posed to be about love
You must’ve wished upon me by kissing the glove
I’m a high-stepping lover
to throw up your hands
Say
This has nothing to do with me
I just want to live as comfortably as I can
You got to look outside your eyes
You got
of E
Was two for one and all or none
Us and never me
Now that those years have passed me by
It's easier to see
Through wiser eyes I realize
That lucky
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