Lyrics:
do that for Liberty's sake
(fart noises)
Block hiked back to the city
But he wasn't doing well he said
"I'll join the union-the great AF of L"
He got
country boy
Are only after sex and noise
Take me shake me I'm a real mess oh yes
I love the way you city girls dress
Even though your head's in a mess
and done that, tell me whatever
Too many thoughts and noises up in my head
I need some me time
Figuring out who I wanna be time
Saying what I want
The lights
And the sound
And the rhythm
And the noise
Hit my body
Like a thousand dances
Everyone knows
Where nothing is something
And our lives
you could mail some takeaway would you?
And if you did would time begin to slow?
Way down, way, way down
To bring the noise of your life right back
and
Make a joyful noise
And a gaurentee
But if anything
Live out the string
now that a meteorite has fallen in the chair
You just got up to answer
Fade away
Stand on conviction and you'll walk alone
A voice is only a noise without someone to hear
And without a crowd to feed that noise grows
The hand woke up
Then there was noise
Fire and water
Heaven and stone
Radio kings
Hammer and throne
One thousand Les Pauls
Smoulder in a field
What
band got some hands up some hands
All my fans I'm in trouble uh-oh
Down sauf the pollution man go down
Well I make up noise like pots and pans
He's the center of attention, everywhere he goes
Loud noises, keep it up, he's a man that everybody knows
But he ruins every time, because he tries
Oh boy, makin? noise for the love of Buddy Holly
My six string, way gone
Real low, let it roll like a motor ever purrin?
My machine, rave
in a casket
Just get your boys and bring the noise
And just swing it
And party people, sing it
Treat me right
I'll treat you good
Kids in the crib
She knows the voices in her mind
They tell her
To leave
She's tired of smiling madly
Until silence becomes very silently
A noise in her mind
It's the stain on the moon
It's your idiot name
It's the noise in the noise
The gift of the game
It's the fruit that we bear
The peach that I
the ties
Haffi a wood though while she getting in trouble no bag a eyes
Me never waan the man to make nuh noise
She tell me keep it on the down low no one
believe) small axe mek big tree fall
(Mek a call) unanswered God call Make a joyful noise to the Lord unto the Lord Mek a joyful noise
He that dwelleth in
in the club makin' all that noise
Winning Team outside, you don't see our toys (woo woo)
Make way it's the Postaboy
Yeah the Postaboy, with
here I know you loved the way I appeared,
Like Cha-Ching, I've come to bring,
The vibe that's been hiding like Bin Laden,
Turn the noise down, I beg
band got some hands up some hands
All my fans I'm in trouble uh-oh
Down sauf the pollution man go down
Well I make up noise like pots and pans
know you loved the way I appeared
Like cha ching, I've come to bring
The vibe that's been hiding like Bin Laden
Turn the noise down, I beg ya pardon
I
compromising
When you feel your blood
Pressure rising
All American noise
Looking for the All American world
The All American
The All American world
Lights
seems like
I never go home, and that doesn't seem right
Cause they won't let me grow...
And this is where some go
to avoid the sunrays and the noise
we'll soon be flying
I can go just as fast with two
Did you say Joe I'm all a-tremble
Perhaps it's the battle's noise
But I think it's that I
from the sun's stare,
Free from the noise of lost souls.
An exiled sound washed in with the tide.
Their voices are free.
Free from the sun's stare,
Free
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