Lyrics:
from here on out
Let the bugle blow a song of peace time
Left us wonderin' what it all was about
You may deny it but you carry it with you
Down that
a bugle call
Like you never heard before
So natural that you want to go to war
That's just the bestest band what am, Honey Lamb
Come on along, come
And softly strumming your guitar
I could hear the distant drums
And sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar
They were closer now, Fernando
Every
teeth gwine run pon them gums caw
When time it comes to my sound, which is the champion sound
The bugle has blown the many times, and it still have one
teeth gwine run pon them gums caw
When time it comes to my sound, which is the champion sound
The bugle has blown the many times, and it still have one
gwan rub pon dem gums
Cah when time it comes to my sound
Which is the champion sound
The bugle has blown fi many times
And it still have one more
time it comes to my sound, which is the champion sound
The bugle has blown the many times, and it still have one more time left
Caw the amount
teeth gwine run pon them gums caw
When time it comes to my sound, which is the champion sound
The bugle has blown the many times, and it still have one
And there must have been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drum
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
We stood behind our cotton bales
the crowds in the street
-The blast of the Bugle- the tramp of the feet
And the gang, that old gang of mine
Was the first gang that hit the Von Hindenburg
strumming your guitar
I could hear the distant drums
And sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar
They were closer now Fernando
Every hour every minute
strumming your guitar
I could hear the distant drums
And sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar
They were closer now Fernando
Every hour every minute
at a stand still
Young niggas from Atlanta, we're on a mission
Feel that, that's momentum shiftin'
Since I was a boy wearing Bugles
Ran with the big
chicka-racky-boom
It was way up in Alaska
And the moment that I passed her
In my heart a little bugle blew attack
Though I knew I should resist her
I walked up
Sophronie left me so lonely
Now there's teardrops in my eyes
Till Gabriel blows his bugle, I'll be lovin that sweet girl
She means more to me than
would skip to our attack
An' watch us till the bugles made"Retire"
An' for all his dirty hide
He was white, clear white inside
When he went to tend
marry me.
I hear the sound of bugles blowing,
Far away, far away.
And if they call, then I must go
Across the sea, so wild and gray.
So, Mary,
watch us till the bugles made "Retire"
An' for all his dirty hide
He was white, clear white inside
When he went to tend the wounded under fire
It was
know though, that's fo' sho' doe
(Are those Bugle Boy jeans you're wearin?)
Hell nah hoe, you know they Polo's
I been used again, accused again -
souls
four red trucks dressed illegally
mother knows how the bugle blows
gonna get caught gonna get caught
gonna get caught in her rug
this is not
brought to you
By Xerox in four parts without commercial interruptions
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle
And leading
In ninteen fifty-five?
The pink flags was screaming
Bugle boys sucked and blew
No time for expression, orders given
Books were cooked,
In ninteen fifty-five?
The pink flags was screaming
Bugle boys sucked and blew
No time for expression, orders given
Books were cooked,
the crowds in the street
-The blast of the Bugle- the tramp of the feet
And the gang, that old gang of mine
Was the first gang that hit the Von Hindenburg
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