Lyrics:
a strange lookin fag
And I'm mighty, highty, high
I felt I could fly
My mind was sky high my brain said goodbye
I'm mighty, highty, high
Flesh fiddle faddle
tellin' me you're sorry
It's too late babe and it won't work this time.
--- Fiddle - Banjo Instrumental ---
Don't you come back on your knees askin' my
through your intentions with each lie that you tell
And the old ways will go out with the new some way.
--- Mandolin - Fiddle Instrumental ---
Leaving was
another dollar
Sure can't buy my blues away.
--- Fiddle - Banjo Instrumental ---
Another day another dollar
That's what I'm working for today
Another day
before you
If you want to stay alive.
--- Guitar - Fiddle Instrumental ---
Sometimes your battle weary
But the war's already won
Keep your head and hold
haul-e-high-low
[end of a cappella]
Haul her away
Little Rosie Riddle
Haul her away!
Broke her brand-new fiddle
Haul her away!
Got a hole right down the middle
Haul
what can you do me? I love you
You're at it again, you're running the game
I'm not gonna play second fiddle to that
And I'm sick and tired
fiddle and you rearrange
The little pieces of your life you keep
So close to your chest
I know you care
Roll down the windows, the sun will play
bass fiddle
Slap that bass
Slap it till its dizzy
Slap that bass
Keep the rhythm busy
Zoom zoom zoom
Misery, you've got to go
Slap that bass
time ago
If it hadn't 'a been for Cotton Eyed Joe
If it hadn't 'a been for Cotton Eyed Joe
Old bull fiddle and a shoe-string bow
Wouldn't play
diddle diddle, the Kamron's on the fiddle
So who's got the blunts with the booooom?
Make room for the zoom of a Y.B.T. tune
If your brain is still
will stay / A teenage boy in his attic / Finds a case tattered and torn / His father's violin / Companion through the war / He dusts off the fiddle /
the most
Dublin is a city full of ghosts
The ghost of a fiddle, the ghost of a sax
The ghost of a sound that ain't ever coming back
The ghost
best old jeans and broke-in sneakers
A home run pitch floatin' right down the middle
The sweet music made when the bow hits the fiddle
She's right
once gave us to pray
Et Spiritus Sancti yeah
And we answer your call
To this downpour of heavenly heartiness
So strike up the fiddle
Bang on them
hear their cries, when the fiddle dies ...
Mistletoe, friend of foe, so black upon the moor
Fallen leaves colored red, blood of all the dead
Into
Chorus repeat
I've seen the eyes of ant man bee3
They laugh and chuckle while attending me
« read my fungus » from the days of nero
Fiddle
playing second fiddle
To my Id
I'm flippin my lid that's what you did
You came around at the wrong time
When my life had no reason, yeah baby, reason
climbing apple trees just a moon ago,
The kind of bloke you think, won't grow,
His face is like a fiddle now, long and sad and blue,
He still says he's
whip up the batter
Singing hey diddle diddle can this cat get fat
over top the fiddle heat up the griddle
and flip scriptures hot in stacks like flap
Been a long way to the light
I spent the fall in transit
Circling the moon
Like a cat on a hot tin roof
Like a fiddle without a tune
I found
Form a circle, join the line
The spirits of the night beat time
Satan's fiddle strikes the bow
Start the dance around they go
Face to face with
blowing the fiddle
That's point game, point blank range wit yo' bitch
Let my nuts hang then I point aim for yo' shit
Pop lip then I point thangs and pull
Play some mandolin, some fiddle
Get a fifth of Jim Beam
Soon you'll be living
The poor man's dream
Find peace and harmony
With the lay of the land
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