Lyrics:
Down at the Olde Mill Inn
We'll laugh and dance and sing
We'll drink all day and Bill will pay
Down at the Olde Mill Inn
Down at the Olde Mill
When webbed claws grab the bow
And vanished are the crew
Then you'll believe in your bones
Tall tales come true
Glory be
The Olde Ones
Those who
ol hangin moon castin rays
on them raw bones and swampland graves
the dirty thirties
in a bible belt town
a bad moon rising, a son going down
olde
Everybody wanna sound like, sound like, sound like Bone, Bone, Bone!
Everybody wanna rap like, rap like, rap like Bone, Bone, Bone!
As we continue
of a smile, smile
Yes, maybe tomorrow, we'll wake
Up with the promise, of a smile
Rest in peace 2Pac, Bone Thugs
In His Own Words let's go
And tomorrow,
to the shore
It was in his blood and in his bones
Ignored by all the trendy boys in London and in Leeds
He might as well have been making toys or strings
By Warren Zevon
C. 1970, United Artists Inc./Mr. Bones Music/BMI (1969?)/c. 1996 EMI-Capital Music Special Markets
My baby's sweeter
Lord, she's
Ezekiel connected them bones, them dry bones
Ezekiel connected them bones, them dry bones
Ezekiel connected them bones, them dry bones
I hear
is dry
Oh, she's using her head again
She's using her head
Oh, she's using her head again
I'm just a givin' the dog a bone
Givin' the dog
Lately I've been measuring
Seems my time is growing thin
Wind me up and watch me spin
Watch me spin
Watch me spin
Skin and bones
Skin and bones
Skin
O-L-D-E,
E-N-G,
L-I-S-H,
Eight hundred,
Now I feel a whole lot better about myself
O-L-D-E,
E-N-G,
L-I-S-H,
Eight hundred,
Now I feel
Lately I've been measuring
Seems my time is growing thin
Wind me up and watch me spin
Watch me spin, watch me spin
Skin and bones, skin
Grace
A piece of canvas is only the beginning for
It takes on character with every loving stroke
This thing of beauty is the passion of an Artist's
an alchy and you know it, take a swig
Now take a muthafuckin' gulp for the Bones, swig it
Hog it, dog it, or just leave that shit alone
I gotta get my buzz
I'm being eaten by lust
No bone movies
No bone movies
No bone movies
Inspiration that's blue and uncut
Can't kick the habit obsession of smut
I'm being eaten by lust
No bone movies
No bone movies
No bone movies
Inspiration that's blue and uncut
Can't kick the habit obsession of smut
Down to the bone, down to the bone, down to the bone
Down to the bone, down to the bone, down to the bone
Down to the bone, down to the bone, down
I know I'm poor
A pile of rags and bones
A shadow of a beast
A broken robe
But I was an artist once
I was an artist once
You will ignore
As I
you strong
And in that heart, I'm with you all along
The olde village lanterne
Is calling me onward
Leading wherever I roam
The olde village
Ezekiel cried 'Dem dry bones!'
Ezekiel cried 'Dem dry bones!'
Ezekiel cried 'Dem dry bones!'
Oh hear the word of the Lord!
The foot bone
Ezekiel cried 'Dem dry bones!'
Ezekiel cried 'Dem dry bones!'
Ezekiel cried 'Dem dry bones!'
Oh hear the word of the Lord!
The foot bone
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