What a life it would be
If you could come to mine for tea
Iāll pick you up at half past three
Weāll have lasagne
Iāll treat you like a Queen
Iāll give you strawberries and cream
Then your friends will all go green
For my lasagne
What a life it would be
If you could come to mine for tea
Iāll pick you up at half past three
Weāll have lasagne
Iāll treat you like a Queen
Iāll give you strawberries and cream
Then your friends will all go green
For my lasagne
She said Andy youāre better than your past,
winked at me and drained her glass,
cross-legged on the barstool, like nobody sits anymore.
She said Andy youāre taking me home,
but I knew she planned to sleep alone.
Iād carry her to bed and sweep up the hair from the floor
If I hadd fucked her before she got sick
Iād never hear the end of it
she donāt have the spirit for that now
We drink these drinks and laugh out loud,
bitch about the weekend crowd,
and try to ignore the elephant somehow
somehow
Jason Isbell - Elephant
Jesus was a black man,
No Jesus was Batman,
No, no, no, no, no,
That was Bruce Wayne
Hold it down boy, your headās getting blurred
I know you canāt stop thinking of her
By all means you can vibe with this girl
But just donāt mug yourself, thatās all donāt mug yourself!
Hey, Johnny, canāt wait till Saturday night!
Got a thirst thatās raging . . .
Know a place where we can put that right
Wash away the confusion
Hose down this fire inside
But look out!
'Cause Iāll tear you into pieces if you cross me
And his poor pathetic parents
So stricken with grief
That they spelled his name wrong on his funeral wreath.
Hurry home early
Hurry on home
Boom-Boom Manciniās fighting Bobby Chacon
I bought you drinks, I brought you flowers
I read you books and talked for hours
Every day, so many drinks
Such pretty flowers, so tell me
What have Iā¦
Look out, Mama,
thereās a white boat
cominā up the river
With a big red beacon,
and a flag,
and a man on the rail
I think youād better call John,
āCause it donāt
look like theyāre here
to deliver the mail
And itās less than a mile away
I hope they didnāt come to stay
Itās got numbers on the side
and a gun
And itās makinā big waves.
Daddyās gone,
my brotherās out hunting
in the mountains
Big Johnās been drinking
since the river took Emmy-Lou
So the powers that be
left me here
to do the thinkinā
And I just turned twenty-two
I was wonderinā what to do
And the closer they got,
The more those feelings grew.
Daddyās rifle in my hand
felt reassurinā
He told me,
Red means run, son,
numbers add up to nothinā
But when the first shot
hit the docks I saw it cominā
Raised my rifle to my eye
Never stopped to wonder why.
Then I saw black,
And my face splashed in the sky.
Shelter me from the powder
and the finger
Cover me with the thought
that pulled the trigger
Think of me
as one youād never figured
Would fade away so young
With so much left undone
Remember me to my love,
I know Iāll miss her.
Ram it, ram it, ram it, ram it up your poop chute (Fist fuck)
Ram it, ram it, ram it, ram it up your poop chute (Wrist-watch; Crisco)
Ram it, ram it, ram it, ram it up your poop chute (Pud)
Donāt fool yourself girl, itās goinā right up your poop chute
Donāt fool yourself girl, itās goinā right up your poop chute
Donāt fool yourself girl, itās goinā right up your poop chute
Donāt pull yourself girl, itās goinā right up your poop chute
Donāt pull yourself girl, itās goinā right up your poop chute
Donāt pull yourself girl, itās goinā right up your poop chute
For the Good Life is out there somewhere
So stay on my arm, you little charmer
But I know my luck too well
Yes, I know my luck too well
And Iāll probably never see you again
Iāll probably never see you again
Iāll probably never see you again
Iām too tired,
Iām so very tired,
amd iām feeling very sick and ill today.
But iām still fond of you, oh-oh.
āI care enough to know, I can never love youā.
It started up in Fife
But it ended up in tears
āThe romance goes when the promises break. My mistake was, I loved you. A little too muchā.
And I might be more a man,
If I stopped this in its tracks and said " Come on, letās go home"
Heās off his fucking rocker
And he sings God Bless The Pope
[QUOTE=āthedancingbaby, post: 1075744, member: 48ā]It started up in Fife
But it ended up in tears[/QUOTE]
But I give her my love
And a
[QUOTE=āflattythehurdler, post: 1075748, member: 1170ā]But I give her my love
And a[/QUOTE]
Bang on the ear
Donāt you wonder sometimesā¦ About sound and vision?