the basic hunt Your ligaments thicker than possum meat You possibly, define a one-night stand But I won't know, because of your man [dog barks] [Chorus] [Q-Tip:] Escort your honeydip to the Native
these changes cannot be undone When you feel the anger inside of you Hold your head high - let your aim be true Though your heart beats like a drum My native
forget the pain Stars and moon us bless O my native land, stand proud, facing the future You were never broken down, banished into the night O my native
This glass is a safe holding my age Rip off the fake nails and follow the tracks of the deep up ahead Barley preserved the age of my skin Pick up your
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Wake up! Our limbs are shaking in face of a probability You arms reaching through miles to rest the unrest To quell the darkness Wake up! Our hands are
Face meets a face, and hand strains the throat. Vocal chords sway like the waves on a boat. So write down a lie, and dress it with care, As slander
Laying in beds, Beds that we've made. Spaces will quell, We'll quell the shades
From winter to summer the climates like costumes We paint them depending n spirit With calmness we push on revealing the boldness we've disguised blankets
The August sun's heat held closely We set out with minds aligned with time Our bridges were fresh and sturdy With kinship our story has written itself
from the breast Of The Native Daughters Of The Golden West The Native Daughters Of The Golden West They talk all day, but we were not impressed The Native
grew fed from the breast Of the native daughters of the golden west The native daughters of the golden west They talk all day But we were not impressed The native
your fat gut Give the man a Cocktail Yeah give him some lunch And a banana lounge to plant his arse We?re all so different Though we seem the same Through the native
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Well, it's four o'clock in the mornin' An' I'm knockin' on her door She said she's tired of me Don't want me here no more She said, "Stop your pissin
In a smoky room Could have been a devil's tomb Ninety miles east of L.A. Feeling desperate and cold Barely nineteen years old Searching for the light
Well I'm sitting here this evening I've got some old friends on my mind, yeah I do Yeah, me and Slick and Davy saluting Mr. Daniels For the very first
Stand and rise and before your eyes The lions will appear And when they do they'll be filling you With all the lies you will need to hear Mr. politician