Lyrics:
been tipping more
I been wit the stick like it's Gryffindor
Oars up out of the boat and I'm going for it
Moral Orel, your safety is sorta-sorta
Man,
Everything You Think You Know, and What You Know; YEAH
So let it go, everything you think you know, about me, and everything you see, this little town of HP
'cause there's whalin' to be done
Sailin' on the North America
We're whalin' on the North America
We're headed out of town, on a hard western gale
With
shally
Slow down this ain't a race car rally
Bit by bit
Inch by inch
Cool your heels
We're hangin' fire
That's the way
That's the way
That's our
Today in this town
doesn't talk about
the prosperity of its past.
Just leads to tomorrow.
There're a lot of traps.
Nobody's quiet in this town.
It's
anymore
Gotta get back to the reason
Gotta get back to the hole
Someone throw me an anchor
I've gotta drown this disease
(I've gotta drown this
Welcome to Bend. We're going to do a sports body scan together
Start by finding a comfortable position, either sitting or lying down and close your
the hopes and dreams that used to be so new
It's left me asking what went wrong
People living, people giving to this yarn town, this yarn town
People
When I go to war, I dun them
Could be this crew or that crew, I dun them
Could've joined that friend up, I will dun them
Out of town, that's where
to the bone ladies, this man is pure sex
You ain't seen nuthin', til you've seen him flex
OW!
I said the ICEMAN
Has come to town
Must be the ICEMAN
(I
I was born this side of an avalanche
Made by children’s hands
Oars hit waves and my intestines froze
As I sat weeping in the dark, dark night
From
Yeah, ayy, ayy
This how we do, nigga
It's GA, nigga
Georgia stand the fuck up, nigga (you already know what is, nigga)
Ayy, y'all ready?
Ayy,
THE FAIR MAID BY THE SEA SHORE
(words: traditional, music: Lissa S.)
source: “The Maine Woods Songster” edited by Phillips Barry, 1939
There was
As we begin now this compendium of tales
To ponder on plunder of riches and ales
Think deep on the riddles set forth on these pages
Within lies
might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around
Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly
But you
on this boat
That is barely afloat
From the holes you punched into the hull
Everyone's words ringing true
But I'm so blinded by you
That my brain gives my
A husband whose love can carry on – even to my grave.
“This is what is great: Love that conquered hate
By laying down His life for those He called His
Shouldn't be no traffic on this time on Saturday
I just left a lituation poppin' by the Highline
Walked in on a list, fuck a go sign
Make sure that you're
So this is Great Britain
And welcome aboard
A sinking ship that's full of shit
And someone nicked the oars
With failing false economy
And anti-punk
Or is the way that you picture me
(In the pocket
Right smack dab in the socket)
Colored by the way you've been treated in
A situation that comes to mind
your heart, I promise you,
In this, our "two by four" town,
"Welcome" on the door town,
If you'll make it your town, too.
(Musical interlude)
You
The anger it sets it
The anxiety controls it
Pain gets ahold of it
I've been there
You're not alone
The house of psycho clowns
This is my kind of town
might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around
Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly
But you
and silos
And a highway stretched out for miles
Interrupted by Small Town Smiles is all I need
This Big Red college town is not for me"
She had every reason
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