Lyrics:
stopped the slaughter of turnips by killing five men in a rage
I told the judge when he sentenced me, "This is my finest hour,
I'd kill those farmers
your arms thinking I belonged there,
I figured it made sense, building me a fence,
Building me a home, thinking I'd be strong there,
But I was a fool,
your arms thinking I belonged there,
I figured it made sense, building me a fence,
Building me a home, thinking I'd be strong there,
But I was a fool,
They'd chase her by the mail
She got picked up
And then was put in jail
Stroked the judge
Just to go her bail
Mary Lou, Mary Lou
She
down in the DM, even your stock
You gotta love it, bitches after me, hassle me by the dozen
If she can't have me, she ask do I got a brother
I'm
round
Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear
They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair
Young politicians fight for poverty
While people
round
Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear
They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair
Young politicians fight for poverty
While people
your arms
Thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence
Building me a home
Thinking I'd be strong there
But I was a fool
your arms thinking I belonged there,
I figured it made sense, building me a fence,
Building me a home, thinking I'd be strong there,
But I was a fool,
self-righteous that we'd stand apart,
We wave mindless flags and brag about heart,
You cannot judge a man by a mark upon his hand,
It's blind, it's stupid, it's
They'd chase her by the mail
She got picked up
And then was put in jail
Stroked the judge
Just to go her bail
Mary Lou, Mary Lou
She
your arms thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense, building me a fence
Building me a home, thinking I'd be strong there
But I was a fool,
So let's live our life, more than one night
Promise if I could, I'd do it twice
So, what you say? Put them on pause, press play
Hold on, I got
tell me what I oughta think.
What cigarettes to smoke and what I oughta drink.
Don't judge me by the way I look, coz the clothes don't make the man.
I'm
itself
Or maybe it was something else
Frustration at the fact that I was ever caught at all
I told a lie I multiplied it
By the time I realized it
I'd
They'd chase her by the mail
She got picked up
And then was put in jail
Stroked the judge
Just to go her bail
Mary Lou, Mary Lou
She
destiny
I was in your arms
Thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence
Building me a home
Thinking I'd be strong
round
Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear
They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair
Young politicians fight for poverty
While people
when it was young it was torn apart
By a mean old son of a bitch
Oh and how it changed her
Lost forever…and now
She’s one foot in the grave
She stole
they don't pen it
Alla rocka I'd advise you notta
Go against me I'm I'll like Foxy Brands Nana
We party hard, yea honey this is hottie hall
And hall
attracts you but oppression distracts you
And it makes you feel violent and strange.
Memory, ecstasy, tyranny, hypocrisy
Betrayed by a kiss on a cool
your arms thinking I belonged there,
I figured it made sense, building me a fence,
Building me a home, thinking I'd be strong there,
But I was a fool,
Beadle Bamford be the judge?
Glad, as always, to oblige my friends and neighbors Ready?
Ready!
Ready
The fastest, smoothest shave is
in your arms thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense building me a fence
Building me a home thinking I'd be strong there
But I was a fool
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