Ca me fait mal mais c'est comme ca C'est beaucoup plus fort que moi, quand ca prend ca n'me previens pas ca me met dans un triste etat il suffit de quoi
(Performed by Rancid) Talking about the Moron Bros', tattooed fingers, tattooed toes They're idiots, losers, they're scum Taking advantage of everyone
Talking about the Moron Bros', tattooed fingers, tattooed toes They're idiots, losers, they're scum Taking advantage of everyone You're a dog, they're
herivelto martins and m. salinas) (arranged and performed by scorpions) Hay un rio, un monte de chocitas chiquititas Es el morro de los negros,
won't miss Your ice trays are filled with piss They are the Moron Brothers, don't get along with others They are the Moron Brothers, don't get along
Beans and Cornbread Beans and Cornbread had a fight Beans knocked Cornbread out of sight Cornbread said, "Now that's alright Meet me on the corner tomorrow
[Violent J] I tried to visit Shaggy, I stepped up off of my porch And it was dark as fuck I couldn't see, not even with a torch I hear the streets talkin
Tonight you will call out my name And you will see my lungs expand With me you'll have no reservations And you will call my name again So open up your
Baby, oh, my friend, I get high with you Put the blue back in the sky for you Everyday I die a little Everyday I live a lot Everyday I die a little
O'er the Moor and Among the Heather (Traditional, arranged by Dan Stacey and Kirk McLeod)
[Music by Nordavind '91] Ahh, Dance through the cold shadows of Pan as tears fall from heaven... once I had hold the rarest rose, But, that is now forgotten
Your shining lips remind me of a mountain stream Your cool blue eyes straight from a dream Your breath smells like cornbread Sometimes I think about
You waited long for 21. For me the fight has just begun. You get in clubs, drink alcohol, It makes you feel you're ten feet tall. (Chorus) I don't
[lyrics by Harry Conklin] On the fields of our fathers land Marsh green pride of ENGLAND On the moors our fathers rest Their tales are not forgotten
When I was young I use' to wait On massa an' hand him his plate An' pass de bottle when he got dry An' brush away de blue-tail fly Jimmie crack corn
Je reste lA mes nerfs en stand-by, ce n'est pas marrant aprA?s tout, ce n'est pas marrant Je pense que je n'ai pas tout saisi ou ai-je mal entendu Ca
I have lost my blue-eyed darling, Now I sit with a broken heart By my cabin in the Carolina hills Oh I loved a shiner's daughter Loved her true with
