Time: 3:56 Renewed 1982 Jerry Leiber Music and Mike Stoller Music BMI Based on Riot in Cell Block Number 9 by Jerry Leiber & Mike Stoller New lyrics by
Je sors avec une etudiante Moi qui m' suis toujours demande C'est khagne ou hypokhagne qui gagne ? Et c'est lequel qu'a commence ? Hier matin j'ai eu
presenta el hecho. Caramba y zamba la cosa ?el codigo del derecho! Me gustan los estudiantes que marchan sobre la ruina. Con las banderas en alto va toda la estudiantina
Nun t'offro mai regali, Me vest semp 'o stess Si tu parl accussi Nun me puo mai capi. A te t' piace 'o luss Te piace l'eleganza Segui la moda Non vuoi
Rien qu'un dimanche au bout de la semaine Et de l'encre bleue plein les mains Et des recreations qui trainent Au milieu des journees sans fin Parfois
Will Shakespeare thought that fellows creep "Unwillingly to school," And must to pore o'er knowledge deep Be driven like a mule. The classics were the
Ein zwei drei vier Lift your stein and drink your beer Ein zwei drei vier Lift your stein and drink your beer Drink, drink, drink To eyes that are bright
Golden days, in the sunshine of a happy youth Golden days, full of gaiety and full of truth In our hearts we remember them all else above Golden days,
When you are in love It's the loveliest night of the year Stars twinkle above And you almost can touch them from here Words fall into rhyme Anytime you
I'll walk with God from this day on His helping hand, I'll lean upon This is my prayer, my humble plea May the Lord be ever with me There is no death
Tonight was just a masquerade Tomorrow just another day Let come whatever Tonight or never I'll through the mask away Beloved with all my heart I love
Hell of a day to load a 22 and take it to the woods And then bring it to a body And somebody muthaf-cka not in solitary thinks it missin' from my Manage
I return before tables get turned It's my turn, spur of the moment They re-produce my sperm and try to clone it, stand firm Bumping The Firm, Phone Tap
I aint a killer but don?t push me I look a sucker in his eyes tell ya if he p-ssy Remember winter times, the people would overlook me The bitches would
Starting out with Berkeley Free Speech And later on at People's Park The winds of change fanned into flames Student demonstrations spark Down to Isla
I live like a freshman I still have a roommate I even moved to Brooklyn I still need a roommate I bet you didn't know I don't make much for this show
music and lyrics by Corb Lund They took away our dogtags, they had us grow our hair They gave us student visas when we were over there They staged us
(by The Verve Pipe) When I was young I knew everything She a punk who rarely ever took advice Now I'm guilt stricken, Sobbing with my head on the floor
