Lyrics:
all green just like I'm racist
Cash, cash, I purge sum, some of
Ya slaves I'm whippin, temperature
Hot in the kitchen, bringin your
Wives wit me, it's
about their calico lives
And what it means to be calico wives
And they shake their heads at the games and toys
Of the gingham girls and the denim boys
500 dead a day, is that enough?
1/200 are dead, is that enough?
How many more days?
How many more lives?
How many more slaves?
How many more wives
head round now all together
Hill yo ho boys let her go boys
Sailing home home to Mingulay
Wives are waiting by the harbour
Wives been waiting since break
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tradin' wives
N' Cadillacs
N' diamonds
N' havin' all sorts of good clean party fun.
Then there was the people that run the boat.
Now the people
any more
For wives should always be lovers, too
Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you
I'm warning you
Day after day
There are girls
doubt
You don't understand
We don't need your plans
You've always tried to control us
Done everything that you've told us
Put away your guns and wives
We
no-no-no-no-no, no
'Cause they don't know you're royalty (nigga)
But they gon' know when they see us (yo)
Football wives, basketball wives
Mistresses slash
wives. Then the den falls silent we just need a yard or two. They wouldn't change that channel now if the Rockett's came on nude. The announcer agrees with
Faded old paper on the walls
Open door window rattle
Crackle burst from the record player
Pillow soft body settled
Now the death wives come quietly
throughout the land.
You will live long and happy lives...
with your sheep - your kids - your wives.
Don't eat pigs
Don't eat bats.
Don't eat beetles, flies,
anymore
For wives should always be lovers too
Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you
I'm warning you...
Day after day
There are girls
You see?
I see young men my own age in coffins
And mothers in tears for their sons
And sweethearts and wives
Alone with their memories
And golden
We took 18 men and 24 bottles of whisky
Kissed the women all night long and now they're frisky
We left our wives state side
Had to kill to stay
vibes, working wives pick up all the time
Your dreams and mine, your dreams and mine
Kids come and they grow, as they wait for the right time, wait for
Cry out, yeah
For the mothers, lost their sons
And the wives lost their husbands
And the family and the brothers and the sisters and the children
wives and hide your kids
The wolves can smell that feel
And they want to eat
It's the wild, wild, wild west around here
Round here, everyone wants a piece
bad
Asking yourself what they might portend
Star struck
Bad luck
Ye got a premonition
Ye don't believe the old wives tales?
Ye could have bad
I'm hiding nine wives, close my eyes
Valiant, like a god I fly
Merry-go-round, window-speak
Working only for luxury
Married to failure, dulled by
Ten lines leaning to the seashore
Water's gonna lead the dogs my way
Ten wives tearin' up my leisure
Pressin' little mouths gonna talk my way
Fall out of bed-they're issuing lives
For redmen and their wives
Offering hands and twiddling thumbs
For dreams that never come
Often said "You
the skies
Our way of life on hold
We never fold
We rise
Poor innocent lives
Friends, husbands, and wives
What do we say to our children
When we look
Sean tonight
I got the juice like soccer wives
I ain't romantic but I got a Wraith
So take the pussy under stars tonight
If it's on, then it's on for
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