Hey money got a big ass head Folded like a, like a stop sign Fuck dawg, hey We gotta go get that motherfuckin ball a brains You know what I'm sayin, fuck
Hey money got a big ass head Folded like a, like a stop sign Fuck dawg, hey We gotta go get that motherfuckin ball a brains You know what I'm sayin
Rock-N-Roll Pumpkin (Say it again). [repeat continuously] Wouldja pop it in our keys? ??
Why dont you raise me up? oh from the pumpkin patch down by the pumpkin patch RAISE ME UP! Ive been waiting all year just to get myself alone ive been
Pumpkin You?re hollow within More how I?m to slowly Let their harm Give us some It?s sad until Like flowers untamed Shine out ends I find what will make
Oh jack-o'-lantern man We will see who's laughing then Someday when push comes to shove We will see who's laughing then Oh jack-o'-lantern man If you
Hey money got a big-ass head, Folded like a, like a stop sign, Fuck dawg, hey, We gotta go get that motherfuckin ball a brains, You know what I'm sayin
All the labor landed in the sod Where the digger cried it's my calling, sir And it is no mistake that I put you in the ground so well And if they pay
All the way to Jericho in a rusted automobile if you could only find out anyway you oughta feel all the way to Jericho in a rusted auto lookin at the
The cold tonight seems more anxious to talk Than he has seemed in nights before Skinless face and yellow heart, he Hesitates and I wait All my stories
Living down here they throw me down and count me I'm making this up, it keeps my feathers clean And the black boys they kick my ass and tell me That
A little song A little dance A little seltzer down yer pants Lump o gold the size of yer head A little bramble in yer bed Happy day in a boat Trade
Dooley was a good ol' man he lived below the mill Dooley had two daughters and a forty-gallon still. One gal watched the boiler the other watched the
I know m'heart is heavy I know m'thoughts is blue I know the light will be shining all night Bells will be ringing dark and true M' bells will be
Black wall weeping When I go to see the king Put my dyin' diamond on And the song in the honeybread With my dyin' diamond by and by...
[G] Workin' inside all [Am] day Make no money, go out and [G] play Get drunk and pick a [Am] fight Sin works best in the [G] night Chorus: Everybody
Our little friend He didn¹t want to wear His white buckled shoes Nor was barefoot His speed He didnt like grocery store feet He was a fussy little
Words by Frederico Garcia Lorca On the darkened stage Parralla maintains A conversation with death And the people are Inhaling her sobs And in the green