Lyrics:
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
He scrapes the dirt from his nails with a stick.
He makes a big pile in pail on the sink.
Who was he?
Oh, I'll never tell.
He has not got
Kill I kill too much
I killed you
Now I made a fucking mess
A mop and pail to clean the blood
Kill I kill too much
I killed you
You made me snap I'm
your helmet, your bucket, your pail
Moka, Mad Child, Kemo, Prevail
Y'all can do, what ya'll want to do just don't let
We're doing this the way you
earnest said to your talking pee-wee
He said "them garbage pail kids shoulda got a lot more credit
For the wacky things they did"
And then my talking
Aiyyo, find me a spot to post up and try to come up
with my lil pail, it's not lookin' swell
Since seven this morn', yo eight hours done passed
It's
"Pretty Betsy, don't fail
For I'll carry your pail
Safe home to your cot as we go
You shall hear the fond tale
Of the sweet nightingale
As she sings in
are puttin' pails beneath his wounds
And pawnin' the oil at the market
Well his heart aint made of nothin' but piss and vinegar
And his boots have
Pail lights and
Short sighted
Black ties and
Bleeding lips and
Street signs and
L.A. Times and
One track minds
A sight into my world
My world
Your pussys a sand box full of cat shit that no spade or white pail would move.
Sword swallowing is relaxing your throat, breathing through your
DON'T EMPTY NO PAIL SUCK YUH MOTHER..
SKILL LITTLE SKILLY SKILLILLY MAN A BALLER
JERMAINE A PHILLY DEAL WITH IT LIKE A DOGA..
GP HHMM YOU DON'T BAD DON'T
at the collar
Prayin to a dollar, working magic tryna break the spell
This is Hell cause we dropped the pail in the wishing well
I'ma seize mine
Bitch its me time
you see the light
Weighing of the heart, will your soul be ripped apart
Over the pail blue skies or one step closer to demise
Which is your destiny
as hell dude
Totally dubular tubular dude
Woah
That's wubular subular
The nail that sticks out
Gets hammered its pretty simple
Yet pails in comparison
agus caora
Dhá gcasgairt don ghasraí gach aon ló.
Céad páil uisge bheatha 's na meadra dhá líona,
Ag éirghe ar maidin is againn bhí an spóirt.
Briseadh
I drew a sound from the belly of the well
I've loosened my grip
on the rope that pulls the water pail
I threw a quarter down
I'm gonna dive down
Some people are much too smart
They know everything before it starts
Eating wisdom with the pail
No wonder when it sticks
In your darkest hour I
But we ain't no rock 'n' roll band,
We're just five kids in the sand.
With homemade guitars and pails and jars
And drums of potato chip cans.
Just
longer my pail to pull and all
And though the weight of all our years
Their silent whispers call
I still love you
I still love you
I still love you
bare:
A lavabo and a fancy chair,
A mug of suds and leather strop,
An apron, a towel, a pail, and a mop.
For neatness he deserves a nod,
Does Sweeney
this moment of infinity
Out stretched arms lay down next to me,
As tell-tale winds stand pail
Morphic ocean
In my mirror halls
The mellow rhythm
flown love, Psyche must pass the tests divine
Sort mountain of seeds from grain by dawn
Gather golden wool from murderous sheep
Fill pail from on high
to hear your sordid tale
Like the one you told me last night
Drove me way beyond the pail
Forty days and forty nights
With no mornings in between
I pledge
and I know it's just drops in the pail
Like waves in the ocean we always in motion and your boat it ain't got no sail (aye)
Not rich but I'm straight
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