Lyrics:
wrong Pa
My stomach's been empty for three sleepless nights
My sleeping bag's soaked through
With rain of the weeping sky
People pass by and,
Twitter and
Witness that we just approved Betsy Devos
Don’t know who crumblin quicker, my
Country or my team, dog
So I’m just screamin
I’m screamin free
Stars and stripes freedom
Stars and stripes America
No future for the youth
A country begging
Begging for the truth
They feed you full of lies
They
country, I like rock. I fell for a princess, you fell for a jock
I'm passing time while you stare at the clock.
You love my eyes, I dig your lips. If
a-feelin'
Well, if you, my love, must think that way
I'm sure your mind is roamin'
I'm sure your thoughts are not with me
But with the country to where
of Madrid
Or the coast of Barcelona
And if I had the stars of the darkest night
Or a diamond from the deepest ocean
I'd forsake them all for your sweet
the way she walks
My baby, she looks kinda harmless
Boys hit on her from right to left
But judge a book by her cover and you're in for it, brother
She's
business
Never minding what they say
When it should be the other way
Way out of your league
I stay in the lead
I get it by any means
I'm coming up with
He was in my yard, now he's with the Lord
Pictures on my floor, smilin', he was four
Feel it in my core standin' there in awe
Courvoisier on the floor
Technology towards your head, look up
your eyes I cannot see
guns are under masks, attack
Increasing economy, kill or not
It doesn´t matter
I´m sacerd by this
At it's height and at it's fall
Your falling leaves turn gold and red
Prepare for the winter so long ahead
That's the same for my sweet little cherry
I saw him selling scenes from illegal dreams
The dude with an eye for a dime
Michael, my disciple...
Then there was John the faithless one
He was
It was a late-in-the-summer night
Nearing the end of a bumpy ride
Through the backstage parking lots of the country
We went past the cars
head across the country
It's time for the grown ups to discuss
And this time we have no room for gangsters
We just want to leave the past behind
their parents would be mad if they didn't come back
It was some sort of holiday the kind you dress up for
cnd sit around a table and wish you could throw
the rich kid to the back of the bar, threatened him with his life
Said hey little girl your date had to leave, now you're gonna be my wife
I guess his
the Country
Vibes right now
(Ey pull up skirt)
Pull up in a red ting
Looking all devilish now
(Ey pull up woo)
With a bad ting by my side
On some nadia nakai
at that third job driving
Well-meaning moms to protests for minimum wage.
Still depressed.
Still living for the weekend.
Still terrified to die at your age.
Well, I stop by Dixie's half-a-dozen times a day.
I ain't there for super-duper deals or the famous fried steak.
Dixie's daughter's hotter than a hound
a cabin;
I'n'I plant the corn;
Didn't my people before me
Slave for this country?
Now you look me with that scorn,
Then you eat up all my corn.
We gonna
will overcome
cbandoned your own family
To fight this war against me
Cold
You're so cold
The roads ahead are closing
The gates are open for me
Home
I'm
has been repeated a little street for village children
Even feeds from pissin' ‘cause of global criticism
Of this horrible system boycotted by
By Black Fålarna Kära Moder Vår
I Vänten Mig Sent Aldrig
Then Why Is You Sword So Crimson Sven I Rosengård
That Blow I Struck My Brother Kära Moder Vår
You and I could rent a little house in the country
Trade in these jobs for a home on the range
You and I are strange
Doesn’t matter where or when,
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