Lyrics:
ticket, looking for a brand new scene
Gotta get the hell outta Hollywood cause everything is Halloween
Hit the town brass knuckles, make all the good
cheap ticket, looking for a brand new scene
Gotta get the hell outta Hollwyood cause everything is halloween
Hit the town brass knuckles, make all
sleep
Don't be bad, little cotton dolly
See how nice Mickey Mouse sleeps now?
Even my brass drummer boy has stopped all his noise
'Cause he knows
life has it's little ups and downs
Like ponies on a merry-go-round
And no one grabs the brass ring every time but she don't mind
She wears a gold ring
all around 'er
The daffodils are smilin' at the dove
When Mary 'olds your 'and
You feel so grand
Your 'eart starts beatin' like
A big brass band!
(Is that the brass one?) That is the fast one
(That's the brass one) Nah that's the fast one
Bubble eye Hummer, with the chrome grill
Ask your baby
of that Brass Brass Monkey
[Mr. Funke]
Here Come the Lords, Here Come the Lords, Mr. Funke don't you see me?
I told you we were comin, you suckas didn't
of the week
Wet man's cheek for the cheek
Now, A and E's where he bakes and sleeps
Other side don't trap
They brass, no cashin'
They just not makin' P's
Why
Lay lady lay, lay across my big brass bed.
Lay lady lay, lay across my big brass bed.
Whatever colors you have in your mind
I'll show them to you
tell somebody else
Cherry red
I said take me, woo, pretty mama
Oh, I want you to rock me
Choke me, rock me, baby
Throw me in that big brass bed
onion rings
You can line me up a mile of limousines;
For me it don't add up to a hill o' beans;
I got no hankerin' for grabbin' your brass ring;
It's
trying to buck wholes in my fucking sweater
Niggas is soft like butter, leathers and felt
Time to heat it up and melt
Felt the welts from brass belt
I wish I was a trusted man, but a trusted man is weak
The only thing worth trusting is some brass through crooked teeth
Some brass through crooked
a little more
Save a little bread at the grocery store
Turn down the heat till I can see my breath
Throw another blanket on that ole brass bed
Sell my golf
and lay you're head on this big brass bed
We'll be all right
As long as you stay with me, yeah
Baby, there's just no use hiding
The way that I'm feeling
the welts from brass belt buckles to brass knuckles
Kill all the jokes and chuckles - let's all get together
My fam stay thick together
Trick off and lick off
the tail of a lion
Four finger ring, leave a ring 'round your eye
Bussdown brass knuckles, she wink and I fuck her
You blinkin', I blocka, that Nina I'm
Meanwhile lurking by a stone in the mud
Two eyes looked to see what I was and
Then something spoke and this is what
It said to me
Clothes of brass
back sipping tea
Let my early retirement commence
Far from fools made of wax, I'll get down to brass tacks and relax
When I'm human again
So sweep
from Fort Lincoln that morning
And the band they played the Garryowen
Brass was shining, flags a flowin
I swear if I had only known
I'd have wished that
them happy
It's a messed up design
The brass controls the masses, poor worked to the bone
In the middle of the night
We say good bye to all that
Say good
of heartache medicine
Brass rails and bar stools
Toast to the ones who
Sacrifice for you and me
If you need a round after round
Knock 'em down
With a bar star
Go ahead and grab the brass ring
And don't let go
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I've been there
I've had to make
redneck ass
I'd rather take this hollowpoint pill wrapped in brass
I ain't ridin' with Biden
I ain't ridin' with, I ain't ridin' with, I ain't ridin' with
I
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