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I am the lion bellowing out at the night. 
I am the lion bellowing out at the night. 
I am... the lion.
Last night 10,000
out in the rain
bellowing silence
maybe it's now or never again.
Look how we live, look how we laugh
Feel the bellowing and the bath in flexing
Let it drop, and let it bounce
My brown haired sweetheart
 
To John Campbell, 
My brown haired sweetheart  
Hunter of goose, 
Seal and swan 
 
Hunter of goose, 
Seal and swan 
Of leaping trout, 
Of bellowing deer. 
 
Wet is the night 
Tonight, and cold, 
If the MacNeills 
Have to put to sea 
 
If the MacNeills 
Have put to sea - 
Men of high sails 
And swift of ships 
 
Me
To John Campbell
my brown-haired sweetheart
To John Campbell
my brown-haired sweetheart-
hunter of goose
seal and swan
Hunter of goose
seal and swan-
of leaping trout
of bellowing deer
Wet is the night
tonight, and cold,
If the MacNeills 
have put to sea
If the MacNeills 
have put to sea-
men of high sails
and swift ships;
Men of high sails
and sw
My brown haired sweetheart
 
To John Campbell, 
My brown haired sweetheart  
Hunter of goose, 
Seal and swan 
 
Hunter of goose, 
Seal and swan 
Of leaping trout, 
Of bellowing deer. 
 
Wet is the night 
Tonight, and cold, 
If the MacNeills 
Have to put to sea 
 
If the MacNeills 
Have put to sea - 
Men of high sails 
And swift of ships 
 
Me
My brown haired sweetheart
 
To John Campbell, 
My brown haired sweetheart  
Hunter of goose, 
Seal and swan 
 
Hunter of goose, 
Seal and swan 
Of leaping trout, 
Of bellowing deer. 
 
Wet is the night 
Tonight, and cold, 
If the MacNeills 
Have to put to sea 
 
If the MacNeills 
Have put to sea - 
Men of high sails 
And swift of ships 
 
Me
My brown haired sweetheart
 
To John Campbell, 
My brown haired sweetheart  
Hunter of goose, 
Seal and swan 
 
Hunter of goose, 
Seal and swan 
Of leaping trout, 
Of bellowing deer. 
 
Wet is the night 
Tonight, and cold, 
If the MacNeills 
Have to put to sea 
 
If the MacNeills 
Have put to sea - 
Men of high sails 
And swift of ships 
 
Me
Running 90 miles an hour down them back roads
Blowing past the sheriff, in the woods smoke bellowing off the engine
Running hot, must of been a sign
They rushed her to the emergency room
Into the desert,
Weather forever
Desperate clouds
Bellowing out
Seeing the future,
Cautiously answer,
It's only the plains,
Sideways rain
He`s yelling in her ear
And all at once the music stopped
As he was intimately bellowing "My dear..."
Hedge shapes narrowing
Brain stored in the freezer
Wind-tops bellowing
It's a creeper double-feature
Then two words to break it
The love you ignited,
You fire-fighted and roared
Bellowing into the rainy night
Hedge shapes narrowing
Brain stored in the freezer
Wind-tops bellowing
It's a creeper double-feature
From the cellar of my house comes a bellowing,
It's the tired and lonely tigers that I've kept there,
ged by the combatants, isolated skirmishes raging upon the ramparts, men blade to blade and clarions bellowing embattled defiance. For se
ged by the combatants, isolated skirmishes raging upon the ramparts, men blade to blade and clarions bellowing embattled defiance. For se
Hear the music from my room, calling out to you.
Come home to me soon.
Shadows bellowing duets with the moon, singing hold me through the night.
Oh warfarin' terrapin
Unconfined undesigned
Undersigned bantering
Bartering bellowing
Barracking blundering
Pillaging plundering
Living and lavishing
Hammerings harrowing
Oh warfarin' terrapin
Unconfined undesigned
Undersigned bantering
Bartering bellowing
Barracking blundering
Pillaging plundering
Living and lavishing
Hammerings harrowing
Janine
I-I drink you up. 
FUCKING LOUD AND OBNOXIOUS PLEASE
Janine
I-I drink you up. 
BELLOWING LOUDLY PLEASE
Janine
I drink you up.
In an Axel Rose style!
Janine
OW, DRINK YOU you-OOOO
From the cellar of my house comes a bellowing,
It's the tired and lonely tigers that I've kept there,
Flipping like a dipstick, hip to the news
Practicing the range, bellowing the blues
Flipping like a dipstick, hip to the news
Practicing the range, bellowing the blues
Jack rolls the carpet in, swift like a skate
"Yo, Jody, yo, gotta go, got a date"

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