tomorrow, when my beauty is old Like a speckled princess I'll try to cash in clovers for gold I'll try to spin straw into gold Straw into gold, straw into gold, straw
their merits And called to account for the acts they've committed The jury their victims, no sins are omitted I'd gladly burn these men of straw who
mind, out of your depth You should have taken soundings We're clutching at straws, we're clutching at straws clutching at straws And if you ever come
with icy paws and poison claws. Paranoise, annoys, destroys his toys and tries to fix them. But his world is made of powder taken neatly with a straw
worry It won't be the last All I need a floorboard An' a wooden shoe Step aside An' let my lady through Hey foot, straw foot Low we lay 'em down Hey foot, straw
, hay, hay! Turkey in the straw, in the straw, straw, straw! Pick 'em up, shake 'em up, any way at all, And hit up a tune called 'Turkey in the Straw'.
As I raise my head to broadcast my objection As your latest triumph draws the final straw Who died and lifted you up to perfection? And what silenced
this in other hands To be pulled down at chance Ripped away by destiny-claws Am I another of fate's possessions Dwelling the lie of freedom Just another straw
man suscribe, to that old school vibe Yo, make shift that the man, is quick to jive I grab I to that branch with force and pride Steady straws are the
's so easy, the first straw And this I know for sure The first straw so small it seemed impossible The next straw vanished like shooting stars that fall The last straw
I'm writing the words to this song with a poison pen I'm turning a straw into gold and then back again When you used to be my friend Before you turned
you (Shortest straw) Pulled for you (Shortest straw) Pulled for you (Shortest straw) Shortest straw Has been pulled for you (Shortest straw) Pulled
your heart Don't yo' heart get all the bricks Where your hopes come unpinned Trouble steps in and make you feel Like a straw in the wind Like a straw
I tend the wheat field that makes your bread. I bind the sweet veal, pluck the hens that make your bed. Mother nature & mother earth Are two of three
the hay, hay, hay! Turkey in the straw, in the straw, straw, straw! Pick 'em up, shake 'em up, any way at all, And hit up a tune called 'Turkey in the Straw
Put a straw under baby Your good deed for the day Put a straw under baby Keep the splinters away Let the corridors echo As the dark places grow Hear