Lyrics:
Now look here Joe, quit acting smart
Stop being that old brazen sort
Don't you go sellin' this country short
No, no Joe
Just because you think
Now look her Joe quit acting smart
Stop being that old brazen sort
Don't you go sellin' this country short?
No, no, Joe
Just because you think
Now look here Joe, quit acting smart
Stop being that old brazen sort
Don't you go sellin' this country short
No, no Joe
Just because you think
the street
They begin weaving in and
Out of the lumbering
Trucks they get increasingly brazen
Driving doughnuts that leave wide black
Orbs of burnt rubber in
I baby her
Wavin' at her at two crazy
Fugazis, I'm too brazen, three brazees deep
We got 380s and P80
99s, M-10s and M1s and 12 gauges
Shell cases,
between the barley sheaves
The sun came d dazzling thro’ the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever
yes and no
Reckless this time on the line for yes, yes, yes
Reckless brazen in the play
Of your changing traffic lights
Coward, slinking down
between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight
yes and no
Reckless this time on the line for yes, yes, yes
Reckless brazen in the play
Of your changing traffic lights
Coward, slinking down
the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote
between the barley sheaves
The sun came dazzling thro’ the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever
from her bower-eaves
He rode between the barley sheaves
The sun came dazzling thro’ the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
of what it knows
And it's never ventured through the locks
Where the brazen river flows
It's the fingerprint which is never made
It's the perfume of a rose
Princess
A grinder; a bumper, with a pre-moistened dumper
A brazen little Jewish Princess
With titanic tits, and sand-blasted zits
She can even be poor
So young, so brazen, so unholy
I come to you in painted skies
You're broken, taint your ancient story
The living challenge to their lies
enough
And them checks addin' up, you just don't wanna be famous
Uh, look at me, get what you see, envision me
Brazen chains, is he Pusha T or Mr. T?
on the rolling sea
Your face is consumed in a bruised sky's glance
By the brazen wall with your sword and lance
Where [Incomprehensible]
Where dappled maidens,
to Your greatness
Hope as brazen as mercy
Through the terrible night
How You blaze through the darkness I fight
Bright as the morning
O how You
So I can loveya , gonna give you hot oil rubs rubs
Dem ever wet kissies wit' dem brazen hugs
And now your sweet, silky body on my Persian rug
While we
between the barley sheaves
The sun came d dazzling thro’ the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever
might burn him, but it won't burn Coo
Baby so hot in them kerosine boots
cnd my soul so cold that my tongue go bold and brazen
So tell me what it is you
between the barley sheaves
The sun came dazzling thro’ the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever
between the barley sheaves
The sun came dazzling thro’ the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever
and so bright
Loose-limbed and laughing and brazen and bare
Sits gnawing her knuckles in the chemical light
O where do we go now but nowhere
You come for
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