Lyrics:
arms
The millionth chance they laughed, to take down his majesty's craft
To India they say, magic carpet float away, an October fateful day
Mist is
my, love is a lie
It's what my friends say to get me by
It hits different
It hits different this time
Catastrophic blues
Movin' on was always easy
Waiting for orders we held in the wood
Word from the front never came
By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away
Ah, softly we move through
Waiting for orders we held in the wood
Word from the front never came
By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away
Ah, softly we move through
to New Orleans
I took my harpoon out of
My dirty red bandanna
I was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers slapping time
Bobby
Easy does it
Easy does it
Easy does it
Man of the year
Man of the year
Easy winner
Bad bitch driller
Might take a trip to Manilla
Drip, drip,
home
You look up to see the light
Only to turn away in fright
No need to hide your pride
While I’m standing by your side
The world is a dangerous place
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
(Heaven, my friend)
It's been a while since I broke down in conversation
Little moments trigger memories when I talk about you
Hide the pain when only
But im right here its right now got the kinz by my side now
Its my life its my style pack it in or I while out
Slide in then fly about my rules and my
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my old harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
Blowing low
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers slappin' time
my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
I was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers slappin' time
And Bobby clappin'
my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
I was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers slappin' time
And Bobby clappin'
the way to New Orleans
I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers slappin'
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
And nothing ain't worth nothing but it's free
Feelin' good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
the way to New Orleans
Pulled my ol' har'poon out of my dirty red bandana
Blowed it low while Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield whipers
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