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F**k all that bullshit! You watch me play. I look away. Your lights turn bright. You found the light. Take, off in space. You and I.
yeah yeah yeah) Are-A-T-T F-I-N-K, rat fink. You fink! A. I say A-B. A-be -C. A-be -see-D. A-be -see-D-E. A-be -see-D-E-F-G-H I. I say F-I. F
(Lyrics by F. Krynojewski) (Music by F. Krynojewski and V. Frerich) The origin of perversion lies deep within our doom Unleashed in massive
two-toned shoes, And I can sing the blues. [Chorus:] Look out, kids, it's the F. B. I. We got a problem, you keep me high. Put on your clothes, take
at a grey port for two days Train line, stone and grey This is not their town Big cigars come out of the ground Sweat on their way down F. Jack's
[Lyrics by F. Krynojewski] [Music by F. Krynojewski] Through a world made of stone All faith has frozen over On the passage of our doom A hell
the National Guard and the F. B. I. There's a van from the Eyewitness News And helicopters circling around in the sky And the bullets are flying, the body
locked inside. The universe I hide. The Monolith is I. It was always me. This world has always been, The place I really lived in. Here i stand,
Like a Rolling Stone Like a Rolling Stone I like a Rolling Stone Like the F.B.I. And the C.I.A. And the B.B.C B.B. King And Doris Day
And there was nothing to be done But trade his house that he bought on the G. I. Bill For a flag draped casket on a local heroes' hill. [Chorus]
No more than I. Thunders, undercurrents, win. The starlights all come seeping in. Before I even begin, I'm letting in.
It's over today The heat is gone Time is gone F for fake I feel no wrong Hide no wrong I love this place The lights Under this face
[C]sticks and stones But that [F]rage kept following [C]me Following [F]me[C] Following [F]me[G] So [F]lost I would sleep in the [C]palms of your hands In
nothing to be done But trade his house that he bought on the G. I. Bill For a flag draped casket on a local heroes' hill.
of me you know exactly what I'm trying to F g f g Oh baby I am drained of colour I can't go anywhere F g am am see (twice) You just left me in another
dasda Stone must be the wall built around your heart C Am D7 G I still love you darlin', but the time has come to part C Am F C
blue goes to black. You're spinning flat like a skipping stone F104 but don't green apple, Ok. We want no defenstrations today, okay? F104 where
As I went out one evening to take the evening air F G C F I was blessed by a blood-red moon Dm G
and I. Why did you call, why did you wait, For someone so guilty, someone so fake. There are no words for my beautiful song, Now I'm in the arms
Mr Oslo, Mr Oslo How did you get so far? Just a D. I. L. F and a retard Mr Oslo, Mr Oslo Sucking your fancy cigar Stolen from Contigua You
Loser means leave him alone but leaders got a heart of stone out of pity with their guests buried alive and lay to rest Seems like magic
(ronnie lane) Once I was a stone many years ago Into a pool was thrown many years ago. Time passed by, the pool ran dry, excavated was i.
Mark: I like my toast buttered Stephen: and I'll take mine dry Mark: I dig the beatles Stephen: I'm a stones kinda guy Mark: I have fine taste
[c] travelin [g7] down a lonely high-[c] way I knew not [f] where the road would [c] end Not a [f] penny in my [c] pocket All a-[g7] lone without
on ya back [Hook x2] Yo, what it look like You got crack what it cook like You gotta track, what's the hook like F is off the hook, right We stole