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A Man Of His Appaling Posture Lyrics
conglomerate inspection We'll breathe out infection Release it to the world We'll blame it on the girls We'll blame it on the boys again, again, again, again Taste the infection and tolerate injection and feed it to the world We'll blam
conglomerate inspection We'll breathe out infection Release it to the world We'll blame it on the girls We'll blame it on the boys again, again, again, again Taste the infection and tolerate injection and feed it to the world We'll blam
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TTTTT he insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on
T the line; the husband burns his paper, sucks his pipe while
T studying their cushion-floor; his viscous poly-paste breath
T comes out, their wall-paper world is shattered by his
TTT shout, a boy in blue is busy banging out a headache
on the kitchen door. all the while graham slept on,
dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to
no thugs in our house, are there dear? we made that clear
we made little graham promise us he'd be a g
Water By The Bed Lyrics
Stay alone love, mommy's going away tonight Leave the light in the hallway on when you are frightened And try not to be sad. There's water by the bed Say goodnight love, 'cause daddy's going away tonight Don't you worry, I promise I'll be home on time You'll be fine love. Doggy's there so you
ood boy. no thugsStay alone love, mommy's going away tonight Leave the light in the hallway on when you are frightened And try not to be sad. There's water by the bed Say goodnight love, 'cause daddy's going away tonight Don't you worry, I promise I'll be home on time You'll be fine love. Doggy's there so you
in our house , are there dear? we made that clear we made
little graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
the young policeman who just can't grow a moustache will open
up his book, and spoil their breakfast with reports of asians
who have been so badly kicked, is this your son's wallet I've
got here? he must have dropped it after too much beer! oh, officer,
we can't believe our little angel is the one you've picked. and
all the while graham slept on, dreaming of a world where he could
do just what he wanted to. no thugs in our house,are ther
FUNNY YOU SHOULD ASK Lyrics
Well it's funny you should ask me how I feel As the scenes before my eyes begin to reel I can't remember how long I cried I can't remember how hard I tried Turned my thoughts away from you Like I had something else to do And now I find you here And it's funny you sh
dear? weWell it's funny you should ask me how I feel As the scenes before my eyes begin to reel I can't remember how long I cried I can't remember how hard I tried Turned my thoughts away from you Like I had something else to do And now I find you here And it's funny you sh
made that clear we made little graham promise us he'd be a good boy. no
thugs in our house, are there dear? we made that clear we made little
graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
they never read those pamphlets in his bottom drawer,they never readthat
tattoo on his arm. they thought that was just a boys club badge
he wore, they never thought he'd do folks any harm. the insect-headed
worker wife will hang her waspies on the line; she's singing something
stale and simple now this business has fizzled out; her little tune
is such a happy song her son is inn
A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall Lyrics
by Bob Dylan Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains, I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways, I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests, I've been out
cent, he can't do wrong,by Bob Dylan Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains, I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways, I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests, I've been out
'cos dads a judge and knows exactly what the job of judging's all about.
and all the while graham slept on, dreaming of a world where he
could do just what he wanted to. no thugs in our house, are there
dear? we made that clear we made little graham promise us he'd be a
good boy. no thugs in our house, are there dear? we made that clear
we made little graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
andy-lead and backing vocals, acoustic guitar colin - fender bass
dave-electric guitars, prophet V terry-drums composed by a.partridge