funeral march" (play the march) "play the funeral march" Come on down & meet your maker Come on down & make the stand Come on down, come on down, Come on down & make the stand
my sons, they tellin' me, daddy be strong We gon' make it through these hard times Even though they go and they come Ya absolutely right, for somethin' happen to me on last Tuesday
next I'm thinkin' you my girl, my lady, my boo Tell me admit nothin', we can work this through, psych Are we, really sure That a love that's lasted
jailhouse now I warned him once or twice You better quit playin' the cards And shootin' the dice He's in the jailhouse now Well, I went out last Tuesday
what I need That's what I want Ho-down She sprays her lies around her like the clouds release the rain And endless stream of promises that vaporize again Remember last Tuesday
hands up I'm backing out Throw down my guns, I'm gicing up the fight to prove them right Gotta get away from myself, if I'm gonna make it out alive Standing
I'm letting go I'm holding on to what you did last weekend I know you meant every word you said to me then You know, you know I really can't stand you
me go Say hello realize that I'll never know You're all alone....cause no ones there You have no home...and no one cares And yet you stand there
I'm weak, we're so strong I've lost, we move on I fall, we stand up I spill, you fill my cup Now I've been away and I'm ashamed to say That you'
You know the mic is like a vine I swing on it like tarzan I drink a coke and hit a note like barbara streisand Step up, fess up, stand around and Get
Do something' crazy! Do somethin' crazy! Do something' crazy! Do somethin' crazy! Keg stand! Keg stand! Keg stand! Keg stand! (That party last night) Man, I love college I love it! (That party last
next Tuesday She's gonna take my blues away We stand up tall And we fight through it all And we stay together And we last forever Until Tuesday I saw her face on a Tuesday
Columbine Will I swallow my pride or take that ride? Better think before my cock get slide and take a dive Into this hot pit like ball of grease Stand
dates get somehow left behind In some file I cannot access sits some corner of my brain. But I didn?t mean to bring Mom up or stand here and complain
the war And she found me hiding underneath the door Even if she was German and I was Dutch She wouldn't shoot me She was a fine girl, Frutch Shot me last Tuesday
Picture of the loneliest man they claim In the USA Today I don't sleep in the night time, darkness reminds me of you I lost eight pounds since last Tuesday, but I could stand
Buenas tardes amigo Hola, my good friend Cinco de Mayo's on Tuesday And I hoped we'd see each other again You killed my brother last winter You shot
in this tunnel In the Broadway bridge We're crawling on our knees We've got flashlights and batteries We've got cold cuts from the fridge Last year about
