steady as a ghost
tooth sweeter, powdering her nose
Shame, shame, shame on you babe
Shame, shame, shame on you babe
A-smith, old hank pank
Pulling »
Shame on You
Done with Mirrors
by Aerosmith
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If it wasn't for the powder and the fine tooth comb
If it wasn't for the powder and the fine tooth comb
You know the Nashville women might as well »
Nashville Wimmin'
Music Man
by Waylon Jennings
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Juarez
"There's gold in them there hillsâ??
So said a man with a broken tooth
We could run some cocaine powder
Right on by the custom's booth
I »
Hills of Old Juarez
Borderland
by Tom Russell
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Spared
I've been spared
All the nickling
All the dimeing
Spared
I've been spared
All the powder
On a trumpet of Gabriel
Don't play that song for me »
Bouncer See Bouncer
In Five Easy Pieces [2006]
by Scott Walker
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Nature red in tooth and claw
I haven't seemed to keep my powder dry
I always seem to hear it in your laughter
The second that I fell in love »
Dyslexicon
Noctourniquet
by The Mars Volta
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I got this new black eye just for you.
Your hopeless romantic now hopelessly rheumatic.
Poets grinding teeth to powder.
All my vowels are »
Romeo A Go-Go
Hot Damn!
by Every Time I Die
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Now I and I say eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
And He that live by the sword shall die by the sword
And if you're Christian go to Church »
Warning
Struggle Continues
by Super Cat
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Damn that's an ugly baby
(I said damn damn damn! I wanna throw that shit in the dumpster)
Well she's got one good tooth and one ear and one eye, »
Baby
The Craig Machine
by Stephen Lynch
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powdered Heaven dressed in plastic pulled the shades down on his eye.
Pinprick pupils soaring skywards Offer him no alibis. But then, who needs »
Soma Bath
Lullabies for the New Dark Ages
by The Legendary Pink Dots
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niggas wid cold showers
Crept on them niggas and they laid out wid gun powder
That's one route I'm full of them scams
Pull and advance through your livin' »
Get Bacc Time
Lynch by Inch: Suicide Note [Bonus DVD]
by Brotha Lynch Hung
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wounds in my flesh
powder burns I digest
On the front line I press
Until in peace I may rest
For battles I can't win
With stripes I must defend
Done been »
Real Nigga Blues
Balls and My Word
by Scarface
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