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Combing out their hair Even when they leave They still are there They're there Sipping coffee Here's to the ladies who lunch Everybody Laugh Lounging
Wer hat die schonsten Schafchen Die hat der goldene Mond Der hinter unseren Baumen Am Himmel droben wohnt Dort weidet er die Schafchen Auf seiner blauen
, all gilt and flash. Remember the place where the doors were smashed? Bell Boy! I got to keep running now. Bell Boy! Keep my lip buttoned down. Bell Boy! Carry this baggage out. Bell
who was born beneath the star Of all the kings this one would be the mightiest by far So wake up everybody, ?cause the blessed day has come And ring the bell
been crossed It comes and goes and is lost Melancholy phantoms light of skin Poison apples falling with the wind Hear the sigh of the trees Those who
! I can hear the bells ENSEMBLE We can hear the bells TRACY I can hear the bells ENSEMBLE We can hear the bells TRACY I can hear the bells ENSEMBLE
junction at the railroad delayed Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed It's because this is Cranial bleeding Leaches train the living Cursed are they who
nigga [Chorus] KY Engineerin', fuzzy got 'em steerin' Fuzzy diamond earin's, M6 with them steerin's [?], re-rack diamond earin's That some John Dearin's, nigga who
I'm trippin her man is slippin I'm water whippin stay in the kitchen I got them oatmeal cookies and they going for the nifty Good collar greens got them bells
can be I'm in this pothead spell I put some eyedrops in my eyes so that no one can tell Now It's 5:45 almost time for the bell I'm back on the job, I
you're in an irate state This is Wrecks-N-Effects and i shake up their flex They got techs break their necks And their building their reps Who the Boos Who
kids who will not steal the drugs they don't have Still just kill In the ghetto this shit is unreal Nigga's escorts freak the downhills Shots be ringing like Chinese bells
about the weather. Quiver in my voice as I cry, "What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away." I hear the sound of a noon bell
that frenzied look of half-demented zeal, they'd love to serve me up my final meal. Who'll read my final rite and hear my last appeal? Who struck this
