hand and I felt it kick, so she's crying and glowing, she's three months and showing seeing her now makes me want to live. But her mans got an angry
grace The old hippie with the tie-dye headband Flashes a peace sign to The Man Ask the birds singin' I am The Man Well, I do what I can The angry redneck
open, impossible to hide And suddenly I'm flying, flying like a bird Like Electricity, electricity Sparks inside of me, and I'm free, I'm free It's a bit like being angry
cough up my whole bottle Or I'm a take out your ass Cause you don't wanna see me angry You don't like me when I'm angry Live like Jackson 5 But get greezy
Lately after dark I've been wandering through the park With the angry words you said Wandering through my head There's nothing I can do To keep from
you know I'll take my tom tom and go We are related, you know I'll take my tom tom and go Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah The sky is angry Over this city Birds
Every evening I would watch her hold the pillow Tight against her hollows, her unholy child I was still a beggar shaking out my stolen coat Among the angry
skies Every evening I would watch her hold the pillow Tight against her hollows, her unholy child I was still a beggar shaking out my stolen coat Among the angry
Black dog bit through the keeper?s chain Small and angry when the Devil came Sold my soul like a pocket knife There was no moon, there?ll be no milk
, no sail for the wind A bathtub, a bottle, to drown myself in And she ran through the town like the end was upon us Screaming like birds above angry
no willow's weep And no singing in the treetops puts a child to sleep Where the ghosts and creeps Sad-eyed roam the streets And the best minds turning tricks For that sad and angry
it aint mine yo, this time its daves fuck me i thought we were bad but you and him are worst faling out over petit shit like women, weed and birds talking
leash, it stings a bit at first but please believe, the pain will go away. the pain will subside. we are, the angry tide. we are, the burning rage. the birds
It's the Widow now that owns that angry plow, The spartan Mule and The Crippled Cow The fallow field that will yield no more, As the fox lay sleeping
Dust in their eyes, dust in my pride in this infinite journey to the ancient sword I can hear their lament between these rocks the whisper on an angry
: T.I.] It's a bird, it's a plane - naw, it's the king, bitch Flyin in the BB9, wings on the banquish Angry - cause I'm up here where you can't get Frankly
Birds of the air Beasts of the earth Overjoyed at Bambi's birth they gambolled in the glade [Chorus] Who killed Bambi? [x9] Murder murder murder Someone should be angry
