Lyrics:
brass band of gratitude
Not quite dormant in my belly
It said so in a human voice
"Bellow forth"
And who among us could ignore such odd
And precise
in my brain
Then they drag me back to work again
Pains and blisters on my minds and my hands
From livin' daily with those canvas bands
Folks that
kind of funky
Me and the crew we're drinking Brass Monkey
This girl walked by she gave me the eye
I reached in the locker grabbed the Spanish Fly
I
Going crazy in the club
Hard at home
You call it locomotion but I call it moving bones
They talkin' bout the finer things
But we ain't listening
Zac and I
Were invited to be back in the band
(the band we started)
But not Taylor and Jason because they weren’t
Good enough in his eyes hayley
my hand
I turned around and I headed for town and I never looked back again
I told him, I would meet him on the Indiana road with a gun in my hand
If that train jumps off the track
Then my brother you will catch the clap
From Colorado, to Arizona
All the way back home to California
In
major
Traveling the world, collecting paper, pissing off these haters
Come back home and invest in something then ball out later
In five star
Ain't no proper fucking naughty geezer
Yes please and thank you
But being too nice it might bite you
Back once again with a please and a thank you
Yeah be
That I can do it again hold that brick over my head and say fuck it! I don't need this anymore
Last words rebirth I reclaim this life
For the pain
bad, double back
Just don't forget again
Excuses is 'fuh weak 'muh fuckas that can't hang
Bounded by fear in pain doing the same 'thang
Prana
majority in the case of purely internal
affairs,--
ARTHUR: Be quiet!
DENNIS: --but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more--
ARTHUR: Be quiet! I
We're coming home again
I started fuckin' running
As soon as my feet touched ground
We're back in the barrio
And to you and me, that's Jingle Town
We're coming home again
I started fuckin' running
As soon as my feet touched ground
We're back in the barrio
And to you and me, that's Jingle Town
Lost in the clouds
Rain keeps pouring on my head
Thinking about the reception of the debut
People clowning on me
People trying to bring me back up
I
the pack was in (What you tryna do)
We just left, but shit we headed to the 'Raq again (Alright, we out)
Ask Dollaz, front liner, saw me stand on biz
Tonight, in Fort Wayne news
Three men found handcuffed shot in the back of the head
Laying on the ground in the living room of their home
With
and subway schemers
Snap on beats like a femur
Run tha game and my green up
Bitch, I'm smokin tha reefa
Gotta make my mind clearer
Stew back in sesh, It's
computer
And it didn't mean
Anything to me
Back then
And he also
Tapped on a table
In a rhythmic way
Kind of like
The sound of
Horses running
Kind
them back again
One more dance in the night
One more chance to get it right
One more grab at the brass ring that's flying by
One more toast
Haji was a punk just like any other boy
And he never had no trouble 'til he started up his oi band
Safe in the garage or singing in the tub
'Til
Haji was a punk just like any other boy
And he never had no trouble 'til he started up his oi band
Safe in the garage or singing in the tub
'Til
They keep starting to astound us
Lucky us we didn't blow up in our twenties
The money by them was panties
We were chipping ramps to Grammys their life
can't find myself
Lost in the middle of bland
Don't nobody play nowadays all these digital bands
Ain't nobody musicians no more lyrical cats
How can we go
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