Lyrics:
children live in a land that's free. Ally, ally, ally, ally, oxen free.
Time to blow the smoke away and look at the sky again. Time to let our friends know
I one went with a belly dancer (Lum do dee ally day)
One around I didn't stand a chance a (Lum do dee ally day)
I, I, I love you better
I, I, I
left behind
We set the pace
For every born survivor
Don't turn the other way
When I need to hear you say
Allies with our backs against the wall
I
or in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco
And if you want the fly s***, my n**** here we go
You know it's Digga lookin pretty in the video
The Big Ship Sails
On the ally, ally, oh
The ally, ally, oh
The ally, ally, oh
The Big Ship Sails
On the ally, ally, oh
On the last day
Blessed Yankees have an ally
When this feline comes to bat
Bringing joy to Old Manhattan
All watch the skies for Morph the Cat
thirty
But I'm Ruger, squirty
Language and this loofah dirty
I don't see another artist on a nigga level
When I get to go to get it started, I'ma hit
The unsettled mind is at times an ally
Leaving the senses to fend for themselves
The senses collect undeniable data
Of beta-carotene
where I'm at
Like high plains drifters
And midnight misters
Dancin' with the devil's rock n roll
Dirt poor playboys
And drug store cowboys
Hey, rebel
Solidarity not charity
Accomplices not allies
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Well, come on now and see the course
That never fields the game of choice
And cold allies of steel
Couldn't buy the way it feels
Rusty and divided
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
where I'm at
Like high plains drifters
And midnight misters
Dancin' with the devil's rock n roll
Dirt poor playboys
And drug store cowboys
Hey, rebel
Ally bally bally bally bee
Sittin' on yer mammy's knee
Greetin' for a wee bawbee
Tae buy some Coulter's candy
Poor wee bairn yer lookin' awfy
The big ship sails on the ally-ally-oh
The ally-ally-oh, the ally-ally-oh
Oh, the big ship sails on the ally-ally-oh
On the last day of September
The big ship sails on the ally-ally-oh,
The ally-ally-oh, the ally-ally-oh.
Oh, the big ship sails on the ally-ally-oh
On the last day of September
a rock 'n' roll rebel
I'll tell you no lies
They say I worship the devil
They must be stupid or blind
I'm just a rock 'n' roll rebel
They live their
come out of the woodwork now
One for the money, and two for the show
It's not very rock-n-roll
Where have all the rebels gone
Where have all the rebels
Away, away, away rolled the rebel Johnny Yuma
Johnny Yuma was a rebel
He roamed through the west
And Johnny Yuma, the rebel
He wandered alone
she's a rebel and a photograph
And her name is Isabell
She's a soul of an artist
And she's a little bit psychotwist
She's a soul of an artist
Isabell J
Dear President Donald, let us know what we must do
Everything has been shifting, our state's a mess without a clue
Dear ally, your ass is toast
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