Lyrics:
a guarantee of company
And haven for the elderly
Remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
In debentures of quality
And dubious
If I give up the seat I've been saving
To some elderly lady or man
Am I being a good boy
Am I your pride and joy
Mother please if your pleased
a guarantee of company
And haven for the elderly
Remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
In debentures of quality
And dubious
positions, that's the meanin'
Brothers of murder victims share the same grief
The elderly shake their head in disbelief
And no relief came till I aimed
the afternoon
For the elderly, and me and you
Fred and Ginger, black and white
I watch you watch 'It's a Wonderful Life'
You called me cerebral
I didn't
bad and roll in poo
But so do kids and elderly
I don't see you chop off an old man's feet
Put them in a mason jar and pickle them
No chowder for you,
is maybe nine
Look we've had similar stitches
Look we have similar frowns
Do the elderly couples still kiss and hug and grab their big wrinkly
through the floor
Once we growed it by the pound
Now the kids all moved to town
And all that's left are elderly and poor
Now I sure am sad to say
Young kids in Catholic schools
Elderly parents living under your roof
You pay the bills and you pay the price
You don't back down and you won't
I am not sick or elderly
But I'm sick of MCs and their useless minions talkin like they could ever shell me
You smell me?
I might well be
I'm
the elderly
Yak when we drive, like we rollin' fuckin' felony
Trap to survive, get the buck, sellin' keys, it's hard to get by
That's why we puff hella weed
and barbers and rats from the harbors
Are sweethearts my good luck has sent me.
Though I've a chorus of elderly beaux,
Stockings are porous with holes
An ancient business, a modern piece of glasswork
Down on the corner that you walk each day in passin'
The elderly sales clerk won't eye us with
and barbers and rats from the harbors
Are sweethearts my good luck has sent me.
Though I've a chorus of elderly beaux,
Stockings are porous with holes
and rats from the harbors
Are sweethearts my good luck has sent me
Though I've a chorus of elderly beaux
Stockings are porous with holes at the toes
I'm
watch and see
A new creation of misery
Taking the place of the elderly dead
Forbidden ways now in his head
The way of death
Is growing hear just
and rats from the harbors
Are sweethearts my good luck has sent me
Though I've a chorus of elderly beaux
Stockings are porous with holes at the toes
I'm
in the basket
helplessly it whines
elderly confinement
expired before their time
what kinda shit is that?
Nowadays niggas can't wait to hit the back
Let me stand in the front with the elderly
So those other cats won't raise hell
the wicked huntsman
Where the stag had run to rest.
Now the elderly survivor
Knew this was not for the best;
He opened up his heart
And prayed for peace
made of bricks
Boxes for unmarried mothers
Elderly and sick
Graffiti on the walls
Tells it all
"Gary loves July"
National Front slogans
"Jesus is
If I gave up the seat I'd been saving
For some elderly lady or man
Am I being a good boy, am I your pride and joy?
Mother please tell me,
alone, I was lonely.
I sat and just watched.
Families together, two elderly ladies out for lunch, a mother with two unhappy babies.
Next time you go
Earshot of a hunched beldame
Elizabeth teased, would He dare to please
Such elderly loins enflamed?
To this He feigned a grim disdain
Playing to Her
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