, then we shall sing A hip song for the kids in the back For Michelle and the dripping of a faucet Ride the vicious bicycle on the tracks Olympic mayonnaise
Ooh wah-ah-wah, ooh wah-ah-wah Ooh wah-ah-wah, ooh wah-ah-ahh Ooh wah-ah-wah, ooh wah-ah-wah Ooh wah-ah-wah, ooh wah-ah-ahh Diamonds in the rough Yeah
Fuck you This lil trik went out to the club This lil trik stayed home This lil trik she's lookin for love But this lil trik just wants to bone I am
Tiens, comme un rien Je reviens d'assez loin Pour te voir, pour etre bien Chaque endroit me pousse vers toi Tiens, comme un chien Je croise ton chemin
My love for you has got me going crazy I thought we could possibly maybe Get together and start something No other person in this world Could make me
Nothing's gonna stop us We can't be stopped I know that it's not been easy Trying to make it in this crazy world People 'round you try to stop you Stomp
Friday morning and all my work is done I've packed my bags I'm on the run I got a feeling that I'm gonna have some Fun in the sun with my friends and
Weeds blow tall on a broken train track Ruth B. draws we're fixin' to get high Maybe we'll hit the bluffs and find ourselves the same old rum But everybody
Am I a freak in the darkness Or am I a misfit You speak with opinions To seek in so deep But it's alright Well your just an illusion Confused by your
Theres a cold winter coming this year Theres a cold winter coming Theres a cold winter coming this year Theres a cold winter coming Theres lots of snow
I'm an old salty dog in the water looking for a fish, a fish, a fish I'm going under the ocean I'm going under the sea I'm going under the ocean I'
I have returned to the northern skies, Where the summer had not touched The clouds that pass above. Oh, and I have returned to the somber grace Of the
I have seen the rain I have felt the pain I don't know where I'll be tomorrow I don't know where I'm going I don't even know where I've been but I know
Hey, you ain't nothin but a hooker, selling your f***ing soul hey, you ain't nothin but a hooker, selling your f***ing soul back up, they want you
Boy you sure look pretty when the lights are dim I'm kind of drunk I told you so Kiss someone I shouldn't have The music's loud let's go to where the
compared to total existance 18 years ago I wern't even visible Now I spit lyrical, sylibles, so spirital, criminal Theres nothin worse than potential that remain hidden
