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Bums

Mr. Hyde

Barn of the Naked Dead

2004

bums

[Mr. Hyde]
I'm just a piece of shit bum stinkin wretched and foul
When I stumble by you'll have to hold your breath for a while
I can hear my

the letters yeah, I'll learn to keep it down
'Cause to lift the weight you anchored to my ankles
I gotta call it by its name
And float away

Bum bum bum
Bum ba

Jau, slávy šlágrům asi by málo zbylo
Dyby-bum-bum-bum-end-d-d-d-bum
Hej, mistře basů a navíc denně začnu dřít
D-d-d-d-bum

Tak ne, jenom, bam-bam-bam

closing
But it's over now, but it's over now
Go on and take a bow

Bum bum be dum, bum bum be dum bum
I'm going crazy now
Bum bum be dum, bum bum be dum bum

prawdziwa Pani

Bum tarara bum barman leje rum
Znów się będzie działo znowu nocy mało
Bum tarara bum zrobimy niezły szum
Znów się będzie działo pokażesz mi

przed Tobą klęknę
Dotykać chcę Twych stóp
By całą Ciebie czuć

Bum tarara jest we mnie jeszcze para
Tylko bum tarara ja z Tobą tańczyć chcę
Bum tarara

I wanna take you out at night
We'll jump over bums at night
We'll stare at the stars at night
We'll kill vampires at night!

I wanna take you out

I wanna take you out at night
We'll jump over bums at night
We'll stare at the stars at night
We'll kill vampires at night!
I wanna take you out

her dancing to a minstrel’s beat
This mirage lady I call Bittersweet
Personified by this poet’s pen
She’s here for now, but she’ll be gone again

In my

to
Jak to bere životy
Špinavý město
Na zemi špína
A když jsem v moodu
Tak občas zapomínám
Co jsem slíbil
V životě další pole stírám
Chtěl by jsi přede mě

Naked at the club, and when I'm drinking 'til I drop
And when I'm riding on the bus, I'm thinking about a tipsy bum
When I'm naked at the club,

Dám dělovou ránu
Bum, bum, bum, bum
A rozbiju bránu, můj bude váš dům
V něm budu tě hýčkat
Hej, hej, hej, hej
A svážu ti strýčka vím
Že byl by na mě

to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity oh no
Oh no oh no
Only he knows how to
Face the future hopefully
Surrounded by despair
He won't ask for

you
You will end up struck
By missile number two's

Flying bum, he's flying cross the city
Flying bum, he's firing little shitties
Dispensing his

won't be long
Deck the halls, we'll sing our favourite song

Bum Ba dum bum ba da dum bum 
Ba dum bum ba da dum bum 

Hang your boots it's time to settle

don't wanna be used to it,
Cause I'm lazy by society's standards,
And I know that none of it matters,
I am a pawn,
Forced to grow up, get a house, and mow

Icyomorthos
Icyomorthos

Tyrannical by nature
A hellish swarm abandoned by our god
A volcano built to scorn the earth

Bring insectile horror

Daughters of Sorrow

The New Pornographers

Together

2010

You are the daughters of sorrow
And somehow I just know
I'm gonna have to hang around you

We walk through the world
As if by starlight
We've

shore's
Getting very near!
We haven't a thing to fear
We haven't got time!

Bum-bum-bum-da-da da-da
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum bum-ba

How's it coming?

The creature steps upon the fear and scorn
Of the souls marked by blood and denial
With a treat of destiny, yes, treat of destiny
Sent from the flames in

You try to run
But you can't escape yourself
A curse of torment
Trapped in for own hell
Swallowed by your pride
You're in pain and anxious
It's

weselej Elimelech
To swój tałes schował prędko
Na szamesa skinął ręką
I posłał po cymbalistów
Po dwóch

I rozkazał by w tej chwili
Na cymbałach cymbalili
Na

Well there's so much on happiness 
When all around is such a mess 
Don't waste your time watching days go by 
Impale a nail into my heart 
The risk

Standing on the Highway

Bob Dylan

The Bootleg Series, Vol. 9: The Witmark Demos: 1962-1964

2010

a ride, tryin' to bum a ride,
Tryin' to bum a ride.

Nobody seem to know me,
Everybody pass me by.

Well, I'm standin' on a highway
Tryin' to hold