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Fall, The lyrics
"Gut of the Quantifier Lyrics"
My Mistake Was To Love You Lyrics
(Pamela Sawyer/Gloria Jones) My mistake was to love you, girl Love you, girl My mistake was to give you all Tell the world First I had you In the palm of my hand
I'm telling you now and I'm telling you this
Life can be an onward, downward
Chip-chit-chip-chit-chip
I'm not saying they're really thick
But all the groups who've hit it big
Make the Kane Gang look like
an Einstein chip
chip
NYC
chip
A place to live
chip
This is the Thule group.
This is the cool group.
I'm telling you now and I'm telling you this.
Sha
Here are your wedding pictures
They are black
Stick it in the gut
Stick in the mud.
Boffins bray
Boffins brag
Stick it in the gut
Stick in the mud.
They take from the medium poor to
give to the needy poor
Via the government poor
Give it to the poor poor
They're knocking on my door
Entrance
Entranced
Stick it in the mudBoygrinder Lyrics
See yourself through my eyes, and you get fucked Everybody's simple, they're simply fucked See yourself in the mirror, you look the same Peel at the sheets, and lick the stain Put me in the corner,
/> Stick it in the gut(Pamela Sawyer/Gloria Jones) My mistake was to love you, girl Love you, girl My mistake was to give you all Tell the world First I had you In the palm of my hand
I'm telling you now and I'm telling you this
Life can be an onward, downward
Chip-chit-chip-chit-chip
I'm not saying they're really thick
But all the groups who've hit it big
Make the Kane Gang look like
an Einstein chip
chip
NYC
chip
A place to live
chip
This is the Thule group.
This is the cool group.
I'm telling you now and I'm telling you this.
Sha
Never Get Around To It Lyrics
Still got your pictures up on the wall I can't take 'em down I keep expecting you to call But you don't make a sound Time ain't supposed to pass this slow I should have forgotten you long ag
wn and [the ChewerPetula], macabreStill got your pictures up on the wall I can't take 'em down I keep expecting you to call But you don't make a sound Time ain't supposed to pass this slow I should have forgotten you long ag
Here are your wedding pictures
They are black
Stick it in the gut
Stick in the mud.
Boffins bray
Boffins brag
Stick it in the gut
Stick in the mud.
They take from the medium poor to
give to the needy poor
Via the government poor
Give it to the poor poor
They're knocking on my door
Entrance
Entranced
Stick it in the mud
See yourself through my eyes, and you get fucked Everybody's simple, they're simply fucked See yourself in the mirror, you look the same Peel at the sheets, and lick the stain Put me in the corner,
Cheap fog
Cheap fog
Rotting scout-belt
Stick it in the gut
Who are the riff-makers.
Who are they really?
How old are the stars really?
Half-wit philanthropist, cosy charity gig
If God could see this
He'd stick it
They stick it in the gut
Cheap fog
Rotting scout-belt
Stick it in the gut
Stay in the mud
They take it from the me
Fifty-Second Street Lyrics
It was just a normal street Till it got that off-time beat; Now it's a place where the swing cats meet, Fifty-Second Street! It's an endless whoooh, Where the torrid trumpets blow,dium poor
To give it to the medium poor
Via the government poor
And give it to the poor poor
Stick it in the gut
Red composite
Wealthy philanthropist
You son of a bitch
Entranced
Entrance
Entranced
Stick in the mud
Stick it in the gut
I'm telling you now
and I'm telling you this,
Life can be a downward chip.
It was just a normal street Till it got that off-time beat; Now it's a place where the swing cats meet, Fifty-Second Street! It's an endless whoooh, Where the torrid trumpets blow,
To give it to the medium poor
Via the government poor
And give it to the poor poor
Stick it in the gut
Red composite
Wealthy philanthropist
You son of a bitch
Entranced
Entrance
Entranced
Stick in the mud
Stick it in the gut
I'm telling you now
and I'm telling you this,
Life can be a downward chip.