or pretty
Burning engines in the city
Not a word now could be tainted
When ivory teeth come golden plated
Running frowning waving madly
Came from »
Bastard Son Bastard Son
by George
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or pretty
Burning engines in the city
Not a word now could be tainted
When ivory teeth come golden plated
Running frowning waving madly
Came from »
Bastard Son Polyserena
by george
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or pretty
Burning engines in the city
Not a word now could be tainted
When ivory teeth come golden plated
Running frowning waving madly
Came from »
Bastard Son The Essential Hits
by George
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I scrub my blackened feet
Scrape off the caked on grime of the street
I wash my hands and face
Of the Worldly soot that accumulate
In the day-in »
Poppy Fields Zeroone
by Mia Doi Todd
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fled in fright from his peerless spite to the bleak, bald-headed North.
And there I lay, and for many a day I hatched plan after plan,
For a golden »
Ballad of One Eyed Mike The Singing Ranger, Vol. 3
by Hank Snow
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We saw you every day with your hands on your crotch and so much to say
You went from bouncing toy cars with golden motors to neon striped
BMWs »
Spitfall Scarsick
by Pain of Salvation
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