Drink all day Fuck all day Crush all day Grind away Starting wars Seething whores Closing doors Power chords Open wide Scratch your eye Bite
Суров же ты, климат охотский,- Уже третий день ураган. Встает у руля сам Крючковский, На отдых - Федотов Иван. Стихия реветь продолжала - И Тихий шумел
Once I lived on a dead end street With a little bitty woman with big ol' feet It was always dark, we was always poor The number outside was forty-four
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The man who preached the funeral said it really was a simple way to die He laied to rest one afternoon and never opened up his eyes They hired me and
I mushed from Port Barrol through a blizzard of snow Been out prospecting for two years or so Pulled into Fairbanks, the city was a boon So I took a little
Forty thousand headmen couldn't make me change my mind If I had to take the choice between the deaf man and the blind I know just where my feet should
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"Bye, Mom, Bye, Spot, see you later." Block 2, Block 3 My mom's still wavin' at me 4, 5, 6 The kids are all startin' to mix 7, 8, 9 I'm tryin' to keep
Still the same old neighborhood like many years ago Houses sit in white picket frames like Rockwells in a row I've always been a rebel son but daddy didn
Mother, Mother Ocean, I've heard you call Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall You've seen it all, you've seen it all Watched
Magpie comes a calling Drops a marble from the sky Tin roof sounds alarm And wake up child Let this be a warning says the magpie to the morning Don
Don't let me bring you down When I'm too tough to be around Just walk right on by and don't look back There's a lonely man with eyes of stone He's seen
Mussolini was a fascist pig Hitler was no better Tojo was an imperialistic nip But Stalin managed to go one better 40 ODD YEARS AGO, 40 ODD YEARS AGO
Forty or fifty horses lying in a lot Red raincoats and rifles, an epidemic has been stopped Scientist speaks, "What are you wondering about?" He got where
There are people in this country who work hard every day Not for fame or fortune do they strive But the fruits of their labor are worth more than their
The man who preached the funeral said it really was a simple way to die He laied down to rest one afternoon and never opened up his eyes They hired me
Ricky was a young boy, he had a heart of stone Lived 9 to 5 and he worked his fingers to the bone Just barely get out of school, came from the edge of
