-brown overcoat suitably camouflaged They saw him catch a train Father of three its disgusting Such a horrible thing to do Harold 'The Barrel' cut off
I'm hiding in a rain barrel Inside these consul walls, This shaft of light is so narrow I can't see much at all, Outside I hear the feet running Voices
so pleasin' And I can't stop You get right down to the bottom of the barrel And you float back on top You get right down to the bottom of the barrel
near it It's gonna get you, it's gonna get you It's gonna get you, it's gonna get you Looking down the barrel of a gun Son of a gun, son of a bitch
I fell into a barrel of monkeys; I tried real hard but I couldn't get the money He's calling me baby but he ain't my honey I fell into a barrel of monkeys
baby, don't come near it It's gonna getchya, it's gonna getchya It's gonna getchya, girl, it's gonna getchya Looking down the barrel of a gun Son of
stand it, what you?re doing to me And in the morning, will you still feel the same? How?re you gonna stop yourself from going insane With glowing children and a barrel
So, mister can you help me Or are you my gun Have the ghosts of justice Brought you here to me to taste The barrel of a loaded gun There's justice in the barrel
yourself, I'm not that daft, I couldn't throw down, down that shaft I know what I've lost, and it's not my mind, it's my biscuit barrel true and kind Biscuit barrel
Barely Stand It What You're Doing To Me And In The Morning Will You Still Feel The Same? How You Going To Keep Yourself From Going Insane With Glowing Children And A Barrel
I get mad at this world Sit up and scream about it Every dog has its day And now they dream about it Chorus: He said love is the one thing We needed
She?s as perfect as she seems Lifts me right out the mezzanine 'Cause I finally fell in love And I?d been waiting forever Four, three, two, one When at the barrel
waiting for And all the couples form a ring For miles around you'll hear them sing Roll out the barrel, we'll have a barrel of fun Roll out the barrel
Mister can you help me Or are you my gun Have the ghosts of justice Brought you here to me to taste The barrel of a loaded gun There's justice in the barrel
let me go' post-morbidity, pre-mortality, facing this inevitably that i could never begin to understand what is it you see staring down the barrel of
All y'all radios out there Song goes out to you Yeah, Aicha for my sisters ya So sweet, so beautiful Everyday like a queen on her throne No, nobody knows
home I'm tired of this politics, it's cut between 2 cultures Got them both bodied in my backyard like vultures Picture me rolling on a donkey named Cheetah With 2 barrels