Lyrics:
Fuck 'em all
Fuck Celine Dion, and fuck Dionne Warwick
You both make me sick, suck my dick
Fuck the Berlin Wall, both sides of it
And fuck Lyle Lovett,
chemicals mixed
Mentally unfit
I'm physically on tilt
Eyes puffy chasing grants like Horace
Put the D on, no Warwick
Arms I will bear for the porridge
had a clue
Drive through Warwick Avenue, high on fumes
Playin' Darkside of the moon, yeah
You like it but you ain't a groupie though
Used to say I
he can check it out (He don't know)
Then I took it to Dionne Warwick so she can read my hand (She don't know)
[Chorus ]
It's a shame,
Warwick Hotel
I know it well
We lived a dream so sweet, so sweet
I see Philly in the snowy gloom
We could have laid there 'til afternoon
Our
Warwick Hotel
I know it well
We lived a dream so sweet, so sweet
I see Philly in the snowy gloom
We could have laid there 'til afternoon
Our
Warwick Hotel
I know it well
We lived a dream so sweet, so sweet
I see Philly in the snowy gloom
We could have laid there 'til afternoon
Our cut
pre-history
And we don't need psychic healing from Dionne Warwick
We all need to be down on our knees beggin' please
Lord help us shake this disease
and I charge a hefty fee
Why it worked for Dionne Warwick now it works for Cledus T.
Call me
Now I'm the psychic to the stars
They call me up from
Messiah eyes on fire
Water oxygen you can't comprehend to these strange doc-trines
Stop the winds, beyond the orbits of Dionne Warwick
With no
to help out Mary Wells
And Dionne Warwick did all she could do
And Mary Wells, she pulled through
For one more year or two
Dylan Thomas looked
Honeybee
War-wick here we go
I'm going crazy, this euphoria got me lazy
I'm saying if you gon' play me, then B will be
Mart Scorsese and G is that Al
I'm better, then maybe I'm not
It's a way I'll be thinking I'm crazy, I'm not
I've been walking down Warwick, my vision been hazy a lot
Lately I've been
added to my repertoire
In the corner of the room she stands glimmering and phantasmagoric
With an extra wide neck for the fifth string on my Warwick
I
va i närheten
Och om du skulle se mig i nåt gathörn eller så
bara fortsätt gå
Tänk som Dionne Warwick då
och bara fortsätt gå
Du fick mig att
Harden, Tommy Harden, Rachael Warwick, Christian Yuill
Lorrie Hardenvocals
Tommy Harden drums, percussion, acoustic guitars, wurli, piano, electric guitar,
spirit is only grieving
when you need healing the hand that you will reach for is mine
Chorus
Written by Lorrie Harden, Tommy Harden, Rachael Warwick
de fresa
sale warwick tras el rastro de su presa
parece caza de brujas como en gambia
no a las piernas a las neas les dicen gambas
no crees en la
Got a background of a different sort
I'm a cash cow for these liquor stores
I play bitches like guitar strings, getting strummed by Ricky Warwick
I'm
Sky-Warwick
Jaw dropping, while you frozen Han Solo
Looking like a panicking mannequin(Facts)
Obi Wan Kenobi with the force, and you didn't even know me
I got
the next six will bring
If you're right beside me they'll never be dim
And I'll miss you, wherever you go
Warwick or Worcester, Land's End, John 'O Groats
this
One day someone is in your life and then suddenly they’re gone
Warwick was taken from us so soon, reminding us all just how fragile life truly is
We
to go home
Well we were headed on the road to Warwick
And the car gave up the ghost
Went to hitch a ride with some guys
With a shotgun in the back seat
you see
I'm vicious like Warwick and
Slightly less feral
Don't need a Kong or Ateliers
With Gragas I barrel
Once I've carved you to cutlets
Pray your
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