Femmes Violent lyrics
Femmes Violent lyrics
"Country Death Song Lyrics"
Oh My Goodness Lyrics
Lyrics/Music Mack Gordon and Harry Revel Oh me, oh my I'm so sad that I could cry With a very good reason why I've no one to be gay with That's why I wear a frown No children I can play with London bridge is falling down My fair la
Lyrics/Music Mack Gordon and Harry Revel Oh me, oh my I'm so sad that I could cry With a very good reason why I've no one to be gay with That's why I wear a frown No children I can play with London bridge is falling down My fair la
I had me a wife, I had me some daughters.
I tried so hard, I never knew still waters.
Nothing to eat and nothing to drink.
Nothing for a man to do but sit around and think.
Nothing for a man to do but sit around and think.
Well, I'm a thinkin' and thinkin', till there's nothin' I ain't thunk.
Breathing in the stink, till finally I stunk.
It was at that time, I swear I lost my mind.
I started making plans to kill my own kind.
I started making plans to kill my own kind.
Come little daughter," I said to the youngest one,
Christine Lyrics
as the sun descends too quickly behind the distant city she will ride under the water she will leave her son and daughter reduced to lying naked to feed those she holds sacred she is bare of clothes and beauty on disply in her nudit
Put your coat on, we'll have some fun.as the sun descends too quickly behind the distant city she will ride under the water she will leave her son and daughter reduced to lying naked to feed those she holds sacred she is bare of clothes and beauty on disply in her nudit
We'll go out to mountains, the one to explore.
Her face then lit up, I was standing by the door.
Her face then lit up, I was standing by the door.
Come little daughter, I will carry the lanterns.
We'll go out tonight, we'll go to the caverns.
We'll go out tonight, we'll go to the caves.
Kiss your mother goodnight and remember that God saves.
Kiss your mother goodnight and remember that God saves.
A led her to a hole, a deep black well.
I said "make a wish, make sure and not tell and
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High School Heroics Lyrics
Oh dont tell them you werent there A place in my heart and the smell of youre hair Oh wouldnt they wanna know what we did But you tell me to be cool If I told my stories you look like a fool Oh couldnt tell them but thats not what I said And I don
you're eyes dear, and count to seven.Oh dont tell them you werent there A place in my heart and the smell of youre hair Oh wouldnt they wanna know what we did But you tell me to be cool If I told my stories you look like a fool Oh couldnt tell them but thats not what I said And I don
You know your papa loves you, good children go to heaven.
You know your papa loves you, good children go to heaven.
I gave her a push, I gave her a shove.
I pushed with all my might, I pushed with all my love.
I through my child into a bottomless pit.
She was screaming as she fell, but I never heard her hit.
She was screaming as she fell, but I never heard her hit.
Gather round boys to this tale that I tell.
You wanna know how to take a short trip to hell?
It's guarenteed to get your own place in
Bang Bang Lyrics
Wow, this ain't the right thing to do So, so let, so let's go Young girls they know what they're after Young girls don't kiss me goodbye Rockets shooting up into space Buildings they rise to the skies Bang Bang I got mine Bang Bang reach for the
hell.Wow, this ain't the right thing to do So, so let, so let's go Young girls they know what they're after Young girls don't kiss me goodbye Rockets shooting up into space Buildings they rise to the skies Bang Bang I got mine Bang Bang reach for the
Just take your lovely daughter and push her in the well.
Take your lovely daughter and throw her in the well.
Don't speak to me of lovers, with a broken heart.
You wanna know what can really tear you apart?
I'm going out to the barn, will I never stop in pain?
I'm going out to the barn, to hang myself in shame.
Gordon Gano: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Brian Ritchie: Acoustic bass guitar
Victor DeLorenzo: Drums, Vocals
Tony Trischka; Banjo
Produced by Mark Van Hecke
Recorded at Secret Sound Studio, New York City