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And hit him dead in his mouth for bein? loud and wild Shit is real Ain't none of that elastic fagot rubber band plastic shit Muthafuckas in the battlezone
for me and you So happy Christmas, I love you baby I can see a better time when all our dreams come true They've got cars big as bars, they've got rivers
You say that you love me like a river A river you say'll never run dry I'd rather hear you say forever Instead of a smile, I'd rather see you cry Don
situation Fire and wind and the river's running red Can't wash away the pain of a thousand generations Or the angel child awakened from the dead And
for me and you So Happy Christmas I love you baby I can see a better time When all our dreams come true They've got cars big as bars They've got rivers
she was an actress Thought I was in a band Stopped by a bullet She's a pinball rolling round my head She turned on a dime Left me for dead I found love
years for me and you So happy christmas I love you baby I can see a better time When all our dreams come true Theyve got cars big as bars Theyve got rivers
I WALKED GREEN MILES OF JUNGLE I WALKED THROUGH YELLOW MILES OF PAIN I CROSSED STARVATION'S DESERT WATCHED DEAD RIVER SWELL WITH RAIN THE SONG OF
for eye It's open season Dictate to my reason She devils ruling and Britain Hey girl, stick it in your purse Call it treason Band aids on dead doorways
your red rowing boat 'Cross the forever fields See Jane, something's gone dead inside my head There's nothing but fear Oh Jane, the rivers of grief,
nap To Sacramento, BMD, and Danny Lovitz out in Arcada I gotta say thank you to Diet Fade, Imagine yellow Suns Every one out at Band is Dead Kevin Swinson
a nap To Sacramento, BMD and Danny Lovitz out in Arcada. I gotta say thank you to Diet Fade, Imagine Yellow Suns Everyone out at Band is Dead Kevin
songs, thoughts, and lyrics. If I could live through you for just one day of my life of my dead love If I could hold on to just one memory of my dead
up. Reminiscing just how bad he sucked, singing Throw him in the river. Throw him in the river. Throw him in the river. Throw the bastard in the river
South of the river's mouth Migration slopes slowly towards mainland. There, the salt air Fills the gills of the dead bait in hand. The deep is in riot
black man in the cell doing time My name's on my chest number 6639 If I gotta die, king george ain't scared With a bald head, I be better of dead Chorus
little white flag waggling Inorganic pat on back, trim the panic flat on backer Back to back like Mad Hatter magic Rabid mastif collaborative Splatter bachelor fabric fatter with Cabbage Patch lit (Dark days) Banded
