Lyrics:
rigs
The water round me bubblin'
When off Holyhead wished myself was dead
Or better far instead
Upon the rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three, four
Five:
rig
Eighteen wheels a rollin'
Rollin' over my heart
all through the night, the trailer just sways
'Cause an east wind, y'know always brings rain
Out on the highway, the big rigs still roll
Out past
taste of steel
And when your motor won't run and you're sleepin' at the wheel
And that rig you're drivin' has lost its sex appeal
Ho, you come around
it would kill me if he ever raised his hand to her.
Big rigs are throwin' rain on my windshield,
An' I feel like they're laughin' at me.
(Talking) A wise old novelist once said that anybody could rig up their own border. Just rent a cheap trailer, a port-a-john, a little bumberbarticle
drag her ass to the doctor get some blood work done,
And her head to knock it around,
So you think you're swingin' it big,
Packin' a rig,
It's lover
after pyramids,
What would you rig that with plastic explosives and trip wire?
And if we lost our arms,
And lost our voice
Could we trick
ride alone
Ride alone
I dig my heels in the gravel
I rig my gear up for travel
I swig a taste of my whiskey or gin
I met a sucker on Sunday
I
asked her what her name was
Asked her if she'd like to see my rig and she laughed
She tossed the red carnation underneath the front seat
Tried
jaws and puttin on the rigs
And shit hits you in your face like zigs or hot grits
Saggy like old tits, you're out of it
I'm teachin rappers how to quit,
The breakers in the distance
Cut the air like the crackle of a CB rig.
They found a crack in Eddie
And they tore it down, and snapped him like a twig.
of miles and thousands of gigs
Blown out tires and broken rigs
Will never stop the band
So let's get in the fucking van
From Sydney to Melbourne
And up
Measuring the wrong thing
No matter what you choose to weigh they all will be left waiting
Hush my baby don't cry
Rig the game, you can derail
baits, zara spooks, bubblegum zoom flutes, booyah crawfish jigs,
I got a 7 foot carrot stik, all the soft plastics, to hook a Carolina rig
When I drag it
I'm going crazy now
No more gas in the rig
Can't even get it started
Nothing heard, nothing said
Can't even speak about it
All my life on my
cigarettes are gone
My knuckles cold and white
From how tight I'm holding on
[Chorus]
I could turn this rig around
It's still like summer in
the picture in the paper showed the scene real well
Papa's rig was buried in the local motel
The desk clerk said he saw it all real clear
He never hit
on a trackboyz charm fo my chain,
I went and spent my money on Dub for my rig yo and
I went and spent my money a half of pound of that good
So with no further
the shadow of our swords
Wreathed in the myth, soled down in fire
ZEUS upsets the cosmic disorder
HERCULES drowns the snakes
THESEIS lifts the rocks and rigs
to rig
I don't need trouble
I don't need pain
My lady fortune's
Coming back again
I ain't gonna take it
Take it no more
'Cause when push comes
Just crash my rig, I need somewhere to hide
If you get me off the street, I'll give you something nice
Pack your bags, let's go for a ride
Why don't
på et minut (A-alt kan ske på et minut)
Ey
Stack it up
Lav de penge og hav' det godt
Royal Suite - Marriott
Noge de rig', nogen fattiger'
Lev'
ain't got no time to waste
Got to get above the clouds so you can see
The high times of Cullowhee
Verse:
Passing classes and all these dab rigs
I ain't
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