Lyrics:
my lungs
Leave room for my nose
I spit truth tho' so I hope you know
I'ma take your girl on the search, no Google
Yip, I'm 'bout my chips like Bugle
a chicken stroodle
When me a hot fuck you gyal
Yuh friend a fuck Bugle
Di batty ting a nuh fi we
Batty ah fi doo doo
Some gyal a rush mi like mi
Cocky tie dem
a di clip a
Nyam him up like dinner
Run in a di church mi nuh care mi a sinner
All if a pastor lap yuh siddung in a
Shot a drive in a yuh like Bugle
too many angry men
Oh, let it never be again
And they laid him in his grave while the bugle sounded clear
They laid him in his grave when the victory
Robert Iger's face
Discount Etsy agitprop, Bugles' take on race
Female Colonel Sanders, easy answers, civil war
The whole world at your fingertips,
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
the British come
and there musta' been a hundred of 'em beating on the drum.
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
We stood beside our
Hallelujah, the bugle call
Didn't make me feel tall
Bang your head to your favorite song
It's very mechanical
Hallelujah, the oom-pah-pah
Didn't
the rifles fir o'er you as they lowered you down?
Did the bugles sound The Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
And did you
to the chart with a fang but for a hark
'Cause even silly pink bunnies look scary in the dark!
Bang on pots and pans, ring alarm swiftly
Cue to bugle
Yankee power
Cock pit tom with army charm
The eagle lands army commands
Oh American soldier
America's boy
Cowboy corn & bugle horn
{on son
to teleprompter
Wild blue yonder, blue in the face, angel
Blew into the bugles in lieu of the euthanasia
Usually the shooter community chew the corpse
But I see
General Custer, there's Indians all around
Wagon train's on fire, war cry bugle sound
Never had to worry when the chips were down
Held each others hands
army, far away from Aherlow.
"Rouse up there," cried the corporal, "Ya lazy Irish hound!
Why don't you hear the bugle, its call to arms to sound? "
I
want to openly like me?
A coconut hits you on the head
Old phone, needy and around
Chili Fritos, Original Bugles
Unwrap a cutie
Rumpus, rumpus
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, marry me, let's not wait
The catalog and the catastrophic smile
Let the bugles play the sermon on the raid
I kissed you on the face
I kissed you on the playground
Oh Father John, you
got a pocket full of be's, cocoa weed and ain't got no place to go tho'
But all my Boca Boys they know though, that's fo' sho' doe
(Are those Bugle
Invoke eternal disobedience in human form
Secure the city short an
Infantry and wooden horse
You missed the morning you were born
To play the bugle for
I
that funny feeling
That funny feeling
The surgeon general's pop-up shop, Robert Iger's face
Discount Etsy agitprop, Bugles' take on race
Female
wounds and delicate twisted feet
But he could not hang softly long
Your fighters so proud with bugles
Bending flowers with their silver stain
And when I
got a pocket full of be's, cocoa weed and ain't got no place to go tho'
But all my Boca Boys they know though, that's fo' sho' doe
(Are those Bugle
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 -
and Enfield
To answer smartly sir and shine the boots
Me and all the other poor bastards
Glengarry bonnets on at bugle call
I never thought I looked good in
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