Lyrics:
the man's a fraud
He's a flim flam man
He's a fox
He's a flim flam man
Everybody wants him
The people and the police
And all the pretty ladies
Buried in the dawn,
Comfort and regret,
And eyes
That burrow inside
Burrow into my
Bury your body in my
Burrow into my
Bury your body in my graveyard
Burrow into my
Bury your body in my
Burrow into my
Bury
You see me smiling
And you
Burrow
Joe burrow
Money sqad
Trap out
shadows
Broken wooden bows and arrows
Raise a toast,
let's soldier on
There's a hopelessness in sorrow
Like the filled in Red Fox Burrow
Scattered bones
won't rest 'til he's gone
There's a fox in the henhouse
I can't seem to get him out
I'll hide in the shadows 'til the red rooster crows
Let that old
Have you seen the wombat
In a burrow in the forest
Have you seen the wombat oh yeah
Eating grass and flowers to while away the hours
Til the wombat
patrolling with his streetlamp twin his shadow
Starry nights invite the lonely fox out of his burrow
This fox he played the drums, two chicken bones his
some of yours
Double park, double park, parallel park
Then I pick up that Backwood and spark
So many artist can't even say where
But they picked up
Of everything he’s seen
High above the treetops
He would paint a vivid scene
Somewhere in the distance
I hear a red fox cry
It echoes through the city
And fish go blub
And the seal goes ow ow ow
But there's one sound
That no one knows
What does the fox say?
Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding
When I drink brown liquor, I get crazy quicker
Than an old red fox on the run
I get tongue tied and I lose my mind
And everything comes undone
a boy
The lead guitarist Red Shea who's really come a long, long way
Since rythym rocker jingle jangle
And go Red!
And Lightfoot
Edwardian,
a boy
The lead guitarist Red Shea who's really come a long, long way
Since rhythm rocker jingle jangle
And go Red!
And Lightfoot
Edwardian,
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,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
bracelets)
Red fox stole (red fox stole)
Tight black satin (tight black satin)
And walks with a roll (and walks with a roll)
Everything swaying (everything
the way she walks
She's a twentieth century fox
She's a twentieth century fox
No tears, no fears
No ruined years, no clocks
She's a twentieth century
the way she walks
She's a twentieth century fox
She's a twentieth century fox
No tears, no fears
No ruined years, no clocks
She's a twentieth century
mind is up his sleeve and his talk is make believe.
Oh lord, the man's a fraud, he's flim flam man. He’s so cagey, he's an artist.
He's a fox, he's
candy melting on an artist's plate
Oh, Mexico
Baja Baby in the springtime
Oh, Mexico
I never knew how beautiful you are
Did you ever see an ocean bluer
drip just like I’m squirtel
Let’s keep it verbal
Man I’ll scramble pockets just like Joe Burrow
Ain't a chef I don’t squash beefs
Out of pockets you must
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