tragedy Packing a to pience colt pair of shoots A shiny grey mexican suit The blue eyed traffic can sashay by 'Cos tonight the sailor boys have hit Shanghai
Picture me being crack Oh, you go You can sniff me, cut me ill turn you to a junkie I'm the nr. 1 cellar in the whole fucking country Wallstreet niggaz
west traveling the country Freak of ?? league lazer major running bases Neighborhood watch weasels pacing ugly acres more than often If I ever make it big
peeling, ain't no sailing Move little homey, see the O.G. leaning {LL, I keep birdies fiending} What you hating for? (What you want?) {big faces, the
(Stuart Adamson) From Big Country's album "The Seer" (backing vocals) Long ago I beard a tale I never wilt forget The time was in the telling On the
'm supposed to have open invitations To classy country clubs all across the nation Yes I'm supposed to have jewelry and diamonds And a fifty foot yacht I can sail
they sent me away to the war And the band played Waltzing Matilda As we sailed away from the quay And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers We sailed
Draino, your boyfriend a lame-o And if you stay with em then y'all in the same boat Deep water Carter fishin for a dollar You can join the sail and I'
sent me away to the war And the band played Waltzing Matilda As we sailed away from the quay And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers We sailed
: I'm Don Juan's reckless daughter I came out two days on your tail Those two bald-headed days in November Before the first snowflakes sail Out on the
your boyfriend a lame-o And if you stay with em then y'all in the same boat Deep water Carter fishin for a dollar You can join the sail and I'm splitting
I'm supposed to have open invitations To classy country clubs all across the nation Yes I'm supposed to have jewelry and diamonds And a fifty foot yacht I can sail
is barren no food and water My friends go down and now I wanna go home Back to my country and the land of the free Give me a big mac with a coke...Oh