Lyrics:
on
Oh Harry Lewis perished
In the service of his Lord
He was trampling through the warehouse
Where the drapes of Roth are stored
He had the finest
on
Oh Harry Lewis perished
In the service of his Lord
He was trampling through the warehouse
Where the drapes of Roth are stored
He had the finest
out that no one really cares
Do the people buy your records? Do they play them on the air?
But the warehouse must be where they stay
Welcome one
tum, tum, hey, hum)
Hello city, hello city, hello city, hey
Second night at the warehouse
And my mock turtleneck just reeks
Whoa, oh, whoa, oh
bacon in the kitchen
And a clean towel behind the door
Yes I'll meet you at the warehouse
Then I'll never see you no more
And it's too much for me
tum, tum, hey, hum)
Hello city, hello city, hello city, hey
Second night at the warehouse
And my mock turtleneck just reeks
Whoa, oh, whoa, oh
they're going somewhere
But they're not
So let's put boots
On the warehouse floor
Comin' to you
Like a rope on a chain store
Throwing equipment
all I can but opportunity sure comes slow
Thought I'd be big star by today
But I've been sweepin' out a warehouse in West L.A.
But it's all right
But they're not
So let's put boots
On the warehouse floor
Comin' to you
Like a rope on a chainstore
Throwing equipment
From a moving van
Grab
they're not
So let's put boots
On the warehouse floor
Comin' to you
Like a rope on a chain store
Throwing equipment
From a moving van
Grab
hiding in the clouds, no future, Batman
Not before Christmas, not very likely
One hundred million Viagra tablets
Stored in a warehouse in a valley
I
where the music hella pumpin'
You don't want shit
Tell them niggas start jumpin'
At a warehouse party with the fuck shit
And pull up with the bass,
it
On your mark, you'll get over it
That Carphone Warehouse boy has been on the phone
He wants to upgrade the mobile you own
Have you realized
Morning found me lyin' on a floor in New Orleans,
Looking like the patches was about to eat my jeans.
Feeling like my belly was a warehouse for
electric irons and TVs
My brain hurt like a warehouse, had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there
All the fat, skinny
melodies
I saw boys, and toys, and electric irons and TV's
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store
out that no one really cares
Do the people buy your records? Do they play them on the air?
But the warehouse must be where they stay
Welcome one
on the floor of a noodle shop
And when Abu rams the clip in the mini-Glock
Up on the catwalk inside the warehouse
You whip a knife from the top of your
liquor store with whores
A slice of white bread and a Mary Jane warehouse
I know I spit on the track, walk around a pimp fox
One all in my cash, rubbin'
- put me on the corner liquor store with whores
A slice of white bread and a Mary Jane warehouse
I know I spit on the track, walk around a pimp fox
feeding daisies
Like the love hidden deep in your heart
Bunk beds, shaved heads, Saturday night
A warehouse of strangers with sixty watt lights
a stoker from the coast of Kuala Lumpur
Love is like an 'ole in the wall
A line-up in the warehouse no trouble at all
If you can spare the money, you'll
Love is like an 'ole in the wall
A line-up in the warehouse no trouble at all
If you can spare the money, you'll have a ball
She'll have your oars
Friends warehouse pain attack their own kind a thousand kids bury their parents there's laughing outside we're locked outside the public eye some
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