surely must end, oh, Lord Catch all the fish, who'll left to be friends? That's all Back home it's too tough I can't cope But in the land of fish, I
late Here comes a train, We cannot buy it but we trying, not easy I like your boots, I like your style Its like my straint, I mean it Your pants eat wool, my fish
my Western boat, Let me fish off Cape St. Mary's, Where the hogdowns sail and the foghorns wail, With my friends the Browns and the Clearys, Let me fish
at me now I'm a smooth operator, I'm a mood elevator They always said I would be nothing but a fish head And look at me now Yes, he was a fish sandwich
won't you come with me? where the water meets the trees won't you come with me? we'll fish until we find the sea we're going fishin' tonight well i've
local water holes I've got three days off from my regular job Just let my mind go wandering Fly, fly, fly, fly, fishing poles Paddle boats pull up close
back and all this beauty in my heart, they like to hide in the marsh. Like a child on a tire swing, they swoop in on an arch to brush the fish home
was Albert's ocean; Fish consumed his helpless prey He would have ate more kids but they caught him and made Fish fillet Albert was worse than any fish
Fish) Fish seemed like a nice old man and people believed his lies, But Albert was a child eating shark in disguise. Albert was worse than any fish in
up their innocent lives Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish? Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish? Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish? Mr. Albert Fish
tight the knife In the darkness, till the cake is cut Passed around, in little pieces The body and the flesh The family and the fishing-net And another
Muir beach With Larry LaLonde And I started to chew Grabbed a tuna salad sandwich Pretty soon Ler's yellin I was just a little pup Fish on. Fish on
Fishin' shark & Stingray Out of Bohuas Lagoon Well hey, hey, hey I'll be screwed, Blued and tatooed Looks like I got me one of them fish on Fish
drown Let's bomb the boats and feed the fish. Bomb the boats and feed the fish. Bomb the boats and feed the fish. Bomb the boats and feed their fucking flesh to the fish
Do you still keep paper flowers in the bottom drawer with your Belgian lace taking them out every year to watch the colors fade away? Do you still believe
Do you remember the magic of the moment When forever was only words away? When we believed everything was certain And all we had to do was fulfill promises
Her conscience her witness her life is her courtroom And the man she left waiting Is waiting to murder a day (written by tony banks and fish, from the
I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence I am the assassin, providing your nemesis On the sacrificial altar to success, my friend Unleash