Verse Number One:. Silent Night...Holy Night....all is calm...all is bright..... Round yon virgin...mother and Child....Holy Infant so tender and mild.....
I slept through most of april. I got up in may and had some toast. Then I bedded down again. I bedded down again. Because I was sleepy. . In june. I made enough chili in my crockpot.
Verse Number One. Santa's got a radio....he's listening to a band......... Playing down in Nashville at the Wildhorse on weekends.... He's turned the volume up...a stepping down the road....
I took your party invitation list. And wrote 'enemies' across the top of it. Then I asked you. To go on a short drive with me. So I could point out. Some more of our enemies.
Let me be your salty dog. I don't wanna be your man at all. Honey, let me be your salty dog. . Down in the wild wood. Sittin' on the log. My finger on a trigger.
With the grace of a corpse. In a riptide. I let go. And I slide slide slide. Downriver. With an empty case by my side. An empty case. That's my crime.
TOUGUE TIED. I CAN FEEL MY WORDS STICK. SOMEWHERE OVER THE PACIFIC. AND ALL HIS FRIENDS HAVE SAID. LEAVING ME WOULD BE BEST IN THE END. IN THE LONG RUN.
AS THE SUMMER FADES TO A WATERY LIGHT. AND AUTUMN'S HUES ARE COMING TO LIFE. CAN WE START SOMETHING NEW?. JUST ME AND YOU. THROUGH LOW LIGHT AND TREES.
LEAVING THE KEYS BEHIND ME. I FELT YOU IN THE DUST. A FEELING CREPT INSIDE ME. LIKE TWISTED WIRE AND RUST. . DROVE WHERE THE HEADLIGHTS LED ME. THE ANCIENT TRADE ROUTES CALLED.
THE STORM CAME AND TORE LEAVES DOWN. AND THE BRANCHES ACHED OUT LOUD. LIKE THEY WERE SCREAMING. ALL NIGHT THE WIND TOOK HOLD. AND SHOOK THIS HOLLOW HOUSE.
There's no honor between thieves. As the ends meet it's getting harder to divide. So do we sign away our lives and lose our name?. You talk of benefits and tell me what I need.
The politicians have a tight hold, they learned a trick from kings. To let the people fight amongst themselves to hide their negligence. But something tells me that the end is coming sooner than we all know, I'd put a bet on it.
H was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan. He said that he'd never, never do it again. And of course he won't, oh, not until the next time. . He was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan.
Winter's almost gone,. Oh how I've waited so long. For summer nights.. When there's magic in the air. And I don't have a care,. All that matters to me.
Over the moor, take me to the moor. Dig a shallow grave and I'll lay me down. Over the moor, take me to the moor. Dig a shallow grave and I'll lay me down.
On the high-rise estate. What's at the back of your mind?. On a three-day debate, on the high-rise estate. What's at the back of your mind?. . Two icy cold hands conducting the way.
On the high-rise estate. What's at the back of your mind?. On a three-day debate, on the high-rise estate. What's at the back of your mind?. . Two icy cold hands conducting the way.
Stop me, oh, oh-o, stop me. Stop me if you think. That you've heard this one before. . Stop me, oh, oh-o, stop me. Stop me if you think. That you've heard this one before.
I decree today that life is simply taking and not giving. England is mine, it owes me a living. But ask me why, and I'll spit in your eye. Oh, ask me why, and I'll spit in your eye.
From the ice-age to the dole-age. There is but one concern. I have just discovered :. . Some girls are bigger than others. Some girls are bigger than others.