a bedlamped vision Study the disorders we've absorbed inside the village I understand the plagues and shake hands with my grimace that remain up in my
(One, Two, Buckle my Shoe) (Do-dos, and yips yips, assorted improv) I tired to find How my heart could be so blind, (Wanna buy some Penzo?) Dear
(Here's a special request) (Hope you enjoy it) I tired to find How my heart could be so blind, Dear How could I be fooled just like the rest You
And the hand just re-arranges The players in the game Oh, I had a dream It seemed I stood alone And the veil of all the years Goes sinking from my eyes
all so busy, a complete affair Down here... As I walk through marble Finding my way out to daylight One drinking orange vodka Someone inside here Will give us a ride dear
go from here I'm alive here, I can survive dear Though the weather might change From the wind to the rain Well, my heart remains the same I'll let the moon announce my
Dear Slim, My favorite icon put the bong and the knife down I'm sick of the songs about strapping your mom and your ex-wife down To a nuclear bomb and
, Do take my advice; To Americay I'd have youse not be farin' For there's nothing here but war, Where the murdering cannons roar, And I wish I was at home in dear
bid this Irish nation And to the bonny Bann banks forever, I'll bid adieu" He said, "My dear, don't grieve or yet annoy my patience You know I love
that's inclined to ramble To some foreign country, I mean to steer I am loath to part from my friends and comrades And my dear sweetheart, whom I loved dear
fall imagine how crazy that'll be America (America, America) America (America, this is not what you think it is) America (America, this is not what you think it is) America
my miss america) (sha da da da da da ooh hey hey) (my miss america) Little girl just in your teens (you're my miss america) Little girl you're in my dreams (you're my
my Miss America) (Sha da da da da da ooh hey hey) (my Miss America) Little girl just in your teens (you're my Miss America) Little girl you're in my dreams (you're my
there are american accents all over my television set. as far as im concerned, "kant" is a german philosopher. why do all australian rock musicians sing in american
dear For a sandwich or beer At night I still dream I can see their faces Certain things that you depend upon There are places that you know And the faces of America
again My dear Johnny my dear friend And so once again you are fightin' us all And when I ask you why You raise your sticks and cry, and I fall Oh, my