I've seen it all before, revolution at my back door. Well, whose to say it won't happen all again. 'Cos the General's sip Bacardi. While the privates feel the pain.
This country tell us that we're down and out. Got you thinking that we're through. Got to suffer to get us moving. Say it's up to me and you. Well, look around and you'll see who gets the goods.
Good King Wenceslas looked out. On the feast of Stephen,. When the snow lay round about. Deep and crisp and even. Brightly shone the moon that night. Though the frost was cruel.
After seven days he was quite tired so God said. "Let there be a day just for picnics with wine and bread". He gathered up some people he had made. Created blankets and laid back in the shade.
God rest ye merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay. Remember Christ our savior was born on Christmas day. To save us all from Satan's power when we were gone astray.
Hello, Mr. Fussy. Hello, Mrs. Nice. You ever shared a bathtub. Full of beer and ice?. . I know you want to. I know you can. Put down your children. And free up your hands.
I want it cheap, I want it now. I want it fast, and I want it with feeling. I want it deep, I want a vow. I want it to last, and I want it with meaning.
I've been here waiting for the liars. I see them everyday. I've been here waiting for the moment to. Take their breath away. . It may be my imagination.
this joy i hold, do i deserve it?. is this pain she wears a punishment?. long life of the wicked, irony of it all. why did you close your ears to their helpless call?.
Little bo peep has lost her sheep again. She never can seem to keep her eye on them. So somebody called the cops and turned her in. And now she's doing time for committing the ultimate sin of animal cruelty.
Hey Grace, you're beautiful. Your face so meaningful. I embrace the thought of you. Hey Grace, I lost you. Hey Grace, I lost you. . I'm sure we've met before.
You just got me started. Now you treat me like a fool. You turn me down cold-hearted. And I used to be so cool. . Till you came and took my groove with all your dirty moves.
She's on a beach in Maui. Her breasts are half uncovered. I try to stop myself from staring at her. But I'm drawn like Dagwood to sleep. . The lawn may need mowing.
And I wonder how Franklin felt in '42. The war's still new but I'm tired of fighting. Bloody boys sobbing fears all somehow died brave men. Exalted then, so wrong yet somehow inviting.
Green grow the rashes O,. Green grow the rashes O,. The feather-bed is no sae saft. As a bed amang the rashes O.. . We're a' dry wi' drinkin' o't,. We're a' dry wi' drinkin' o't,.
You are so beautiful. You should be hid deep in the jungle. On some forgotten island. . I heard about you. I got your PGP key. I write you letters every day.
In the days of my youth. I was told what it means to be a man. Now, I've reached that age. I try to do all those things the best I can. I know how I tried about.
Someone please save us. Save us from our wicked little selves. We're bent on courageous, we're drifting. So it's hard for me to tell. . I wanna make you mine.
All these cats with holy jeans. Dirty hair and titty rings. Say, what's your scene, man?. We got these questions. . Is it true that you have sold your soul?.
baby i'm coming. baby i'm coming. . got it?. you got it?. got it?. you got it?. . i gottagotta go. i gotta go. to hell. . the place to get me well. it's that i simply like the smell.