Lyrics:
waters run deep, you better fill your pail (yeah)
Your bucket'll get kicked the minute you inhale (yeah)
And then you can admit you really live in Hell
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after
Up Jack got and home
garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip the light fandango
A Zircon princess seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peep
something
Dump me in the fucking trunk
Every time I fail, I feel stale
I wanna kick the pail
I wanna find a trail so I
Can build a motherfucking rail
Fell
brain
I hop skip and jump bail
I ain't goin upstate again
I'm in the alley hidin in a garbage pail
Peep the style of the runaway child
Livin wild, poppin
just crazy about sand.
Look at the people having fun on the beach.
Shovels in their hands and pails within reach.
Building a castle is never a hassle.
hit you with this garbage pail.
Mad stress...thank God for the buddha bless, now it's off my chest.
Until tomorrow, it'll happen again,
I'll still be
Something to wash with and something to scrub
Something to rubba and something to dub
Three plastic bottles, a one gallon pail
My blue rubber ducky, my green
the pails of bigotry
There was the men of '98 no sadder fate
Lord Edward, Tone and the brothers Sheares
It was Emmet's plea in 18 and 3
When he tried to set
away my shuckin’ pail
Now everyday I’m lifting weights and getting into Zen
But in three to five I’ll be trucking and shucking again
I went to your funeral
Couldn't resist your pull
You lay
You were pail as me
I never kissed you goodbye
I never ment to say goodbye
I never
the pail
What's up can be down
Crawl back-underground
I shot you down
And feel fine
I feel fine
I could be a heart of stone
Give you back what you
out loud, for no reason
I use to take them cans back and collect them nickels
Trading garbage pail kid cards for sweet pickles
The whole block used
There's a pail by the bed if you need it (but you're doing just fine). When in Rome we shall do a the Romans, when in Hell we do shots at the bar. Last
Well, ain't it all, right, right, ain't it all amusing
Make me laugh.....
Hey, Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jill fell
head was hurting
it was bitten by insects
I watched the awkward way she waddled
walking to the pail
She always used to wash her worms
and clean
who the fuck wanna battle this
You garbage pail rappers would get ya cabbage split
Got a habit of brandin' ammitur nigguz like cattle hips
So watch ya
I'll ever make some money if I'm pail
My hoes sell pussy at the party for the mayor
400 for the chewin, 100 for the mackin
1,000 for the fucking, 200 for
enjoy being a pirat so bold
With your broken spoon and your little pail you dig hoping to find gold
Little boy if you don't find your gold don't let it
sails
Keep a hold of the tiger by the tail
A half a ham sandwich in my lunch pail
That'd be alright
That'd be alright
That'd be alright
If
into a key
[c-bo]
Mo' money, mo mother fuckin' mail
Post on the block, come back and drop knots in the garbage pail
Peepin' out the window with the ak
let 'em put you in jail
You're not a garbage dump
You're not a garbage pail
You got a right to feel alone
Mean Mr. Mustard says he's bored
With life in the dead stream
Can't afford French corner high
Says it gets old real quick
And he pails up next
kids.
Helped her mom raise each of them.
Shucking corn and slopping pigs,
chickens in the yard.
Fetching water from the well
in two five-gallon pails
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