Lyrics:
a laugh
I tell you what I like Wildings at Christmas mate
I grew up in Newport in the nineteen eighties
Hanging by the castle with all my mates
Sparking up
speaking
From the heaven
You are my beloved Son. In you I am well pleased.
Suddenly the wind, the dove, and the voice
Have vanished
Jesus thanks John
of old Lord Baker
Who sailed away to Turkey Land
The Well Below The Valley O
He chanted as clear as the morning lark
The Raggle-Taggle Gypsy sang John
Well, I'm rumbling in this JCB
I'm 5 years old and my dad's a giant, sitting beside me
And engine rattles my bum like berserk
While we're singing
Well, I'm rumblin' in this JCB
I'm 5 years old and my dad's giant sitting beside me
And the engine rattles my bum like berserk
While we're
the rules every day
Wondering which version of you I might get on the phone tonight
Well, I stopped picking up and this song is to let you know why
Dear
two of them by your Uncle Dan
At the well below the valley o
Another two by your brother John
At the well below the valley o
Another two by your Father
di bwoy tomb
Dead bwoy, dead gyal, dead baby and all dead foe
Everything Sparta ah send home
Tun bwoy ends inna dead zone (dead zone)
Tommy Lee
John Hardy, he was a desperate little man
Carried two guns every day
Shot a man down by the West Virginia line
They saw John Hardy get away
They
Richie
Who, by the way, was a Commodore
One time she gave mouth-to-mouth to a snaggle-tooth boar
Who couldn't breathe right since the Vietnam War
Then
can quote a few
She's a cross on a chain and a red wine stain
On her Mamaw's hand-me-down Bible
I heart Tennessee, John 3:16
On the bumper
Said, nous avons eu Buffet Hotel
Ce soir
Tu la monde
I recall diplomats and hookers
I saw strangers digging wells
And for that one great night in
You don't like how I'm livin well fuck you
This is a gang, and I'm in it
My man Dre'll fuck you up in a minute
With a right left, right left you
You don't like how I'm livin well fuck you
This is a gang, and I'm in it
My man Dre'll fuck you up in a minute
With a right left, right left you
Now I'm the mothafucka that you read about
Takin' a life or two, that's what the hell I do
You don't like how I'm livin'? Well, fuck you!
This is
John.
Well, you knew you had to want to go , dance down slow.
By the light of the sun, murder comes
Today or tonight
Better get yourself and transcend
Rock & Roll Heart
Symphony Soul
Ten carat diamond
On a ring of fool's gold
My soul lifts me to Heaven
My heart drags me to Hell
Feel like John Lee
Played around with, but I laid around with
A honey who was funny now I'm caught up in a myth
I thought I was in love with a hooker
I wore out my shoes
she knows quite well
She looks up to see the battered, ragged clothes
And mucky face of John himself
You can buy all kinds of shoes
But you can only
There's a place down by the pawnshop
With the pornos across the street
It's dark and dank and dreary
cnd it ain't no place to meet
But I'll see you
everybody's gone ahead and behaved
The street preacher's wound-up, screaming none will be saved
"By the pharaoh's order," cries the fouled referee,
"There's
you getting called that
By your own child? It say "Pedo Peter" every
Time the phone dial, wow
Hunter arguing with hookers while
They weighing crack
three repeat
Tha Likwit up in ya all night
Number four repeat
DJ spin the record all night
Number five repeat
We'll have sex on the beach all
And I've had so
much fun mumbling on to you guys and telling you jokes and all that stuff and this is the last one! Well at
least I can go and have a bath.
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