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a fallout shelter
Fallout as a product of nuclear attacks prolonged exposure to fallout will result in certain death
If there is a nearby location that has
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
Sing him to the shore
By day their oars became their mantra, at night they camped along the way
Shared music round the fire with folks from Wales
can make
On a lake in the park
It's an ocean of devotion
A floating dream for two . . .
Oh, I keep hopin' that
The oars will stray
So we could
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
little peaches by the score
But master Johny was a wis'un, you know,
His steady girl was Flo
And every Sunday afternoon
She'd jump in his boat
the destroyer
By the hand of man
Death be delivered
Behold the destroyer
By the hand of man
Death be delivered
Anger and hatred are their oars
Revenge
your guap , gagging occupational
What is the sense of living in this occasional
By taking a stand dont say it
Lead by action progress will change them
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
Young Johnny Jonesy had a cute little boat
And all the girlies
He would take for a float
He had girlies on the shore
Sweet little peaches by
I'm surrounded by danger
Wanna be the only thing
Pushin' blood throughout all my veins, yeah
What'll make you open your eyes to the flames
When
"And now for something completely different"
Hey!, Fuck you we crush crews the oar way
I'm, Sicker then using period blood for war paint
Fans
the fallout
Soundin' different when I say it out loud
Same old ways jus' brand new city
Whereva I go I know they rockin' wit' me
I don't like to drink shawty
lest you wind up dead
In the cold embrace of a watery grave
Boats down oars in the water Boats down off through the sea
Boats down singing to my fair
to the butchers we're just meat
I guess we're best left in a drawer
So the lions can eat some more
Thinking I could row you down
We'll use our hands for oars
Show
Three sisters
Came to me last night
Last night
They said, "There's a boat
On the shore
A gas lantern and one oar
For your trip
Go home
lonely
Scratch that I stay by my focus
Is you gon' stay for the whole time?
Is you on deck for the whole ride?
Conflicts turn to fallouts, bad timing
It's the Come Down
Come Down
It's the Come Down
Come Down
Time and time again
Dealt with fallouts
Treat you like my job
Had to call out
Really bout
lands,
To fight the horde singing and crying:
"Valhalla I am coming!"
On we sweep,
With thrashing oar.
Our only goal will be the western shore.
We come
Standing by a riverside
A river so deep and so wide
Current's too strong for only one man
I know because I tried
I got eight oars -
four
My mother told me
Someday I would buy
Galleys with good oars
Sails to distant shores
Stand up high in the prow
Noble barque I steer
Steady course for
the merry dance no more
Trampled the evening river-buds by Nile's embroidered shore,
That day the gonfalons were down, the silver lamps untrimmed,
Sad
it without you
Here by my side
We sailed between
Each waveline
Your oars pulled away
Behind mine
Turbulence tries it's way
But I know together we'll
snel beslisse, oars duorret it te lang
Wat is no dyn belang
Giet it moai en hast de wyn mei
Ist net moeilijk en dan fieldst dy frei
Mar mast dan by de
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