Lyrics:
anymore.
It used to be you and me,
A paper towel, and a dirty magazine,
That's all we needed to get by.
Now it seems things have changed,
I think that
together for the band
Yeah... That's right... Sing along
Chorus
We can do almost anything
Like run around the place!
Sit and watch the people go by
Making
We got the crazy crew
You think you coming we say
"Na na na" we got the block locked up
The foes that oppose me by proxy,
They try to get foxy
scared
Faltering, and why do I hold on?
It's gone, I know
And after all the days of fading senses
I don't feel the same
And I want to live
The insecurity
them it was sin
Now we're all at the mercy, we're all at the mercy
Of that little man within
Now he's sitting in the gardens
As the acid rain comes
to the poor 'cause life's a bitch
If I was a cop I'd steal from the Italian
Go in the projects and unload by the batallion
If I was a cop, i'd take from you
You
pillaged all the countryside, no mercy there was shown.
Then says I to myself, "Now Billy, this will never do.
Those scurvy Yanks are not the match for
Neuman
All wrapped up in the body in one human
I rhyme the tightest, shine the brightest
I blind the optic fibers in anybody's iris
When it comes
I've seen the shadows coming over you
When some fool drags you down
You know they're watching everything you do
Don't let it turn you around
Walk
build a snowman
Then pretend that
He is Parson Brown
He'll say
"Are you married?"
We'll say, "No man,
But you can do the job
When you're in town"
are dope dealers
get busted by bullets or fuckin squeelers
And the One percent that made it was pure luck
but even he'll tell that his life ain't worth
By Walter Egan
In the rain in Tennessee Friday night remembering what used to be
Many miles and years ago once there was a place and time I used
two and call up my crew
And do it all over again
Summer breezin'
Mm, everywhere I go everybody I know
Is kissing on the beach and flossing
build a snowman
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll ask "are you married?"
We'll say "no man!
But you can do the job while you're in town"
after night - the stars shine bright
You're my baby, oh it's real
How can I just explain to you
Tell me what have I got to do
How can I just explain
Sometimes I'm blind
So take a good long look at me
Tell me what it is you see
Do you still long to be
Here by my side?
You are my passion, lovely
He was just a poor boy livin' down by the railroad tracks
His father worked so hard to provide that he died of a cardiac
He made himself a promise
Words & Music by Ed Bruce
The lashes that she bats
Above those big blue eyes are real
The nails she scratches my back with are hers
She's soft
Poor little Frankie he was young at heart
All that was missing was his vital part
Wasp would push but never stand
All he wanted was to do his
Do mi dis call "The Birdman Hunting"
Play by di hit-bound sound fi gather round
Sound to be the talk of the town
Jah man-Jah man-Jah man
Mi come
facin
Payola on these stations
Plus they run like plantations
Complete with black beats sportin
Soul by caucausians
If you hear me on your station
see.
Get buck wild, I like to fuck doggy style.
And do it in the alley, slam dunkin' like Sally,
With the funk comin' from the female,
Pressed on Lee
Doo doo sluts, uhh
The sex-pert.. check it
[Necro]
I'm pulling off your blouse
Start tongue kissin you and then I cough in your mouth
Walk in your
well - nevermind
Porcelain hope...
Why do you always break on me?
(It all makes no sense to me)
Porcelain hope...
Why do you always break on me?
I set
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