the crowd A whole lot of screams, a lot of broken glass Brothers like to wear their pants fallin' off their ass Girls, today don't wear no bras Little
most of them real Stronghold brass, forty slain workin' in the field But a hundred years later, I learned about my roots And how they traded in there white sheets, for badges and blue
menstruating thrills return without training bras a carpenter's dream gave that bitch fertility scars so we're donating eggs until menopause silly, trying
pas Comment, qui sont-ils Ces gens trop fragiles Qui ne savent pas Vivre quand tout lache, quand tout casse, quand tout clash Quand tous les blues ont
Comment, qui sont-ils Ces gens trop fragiles Qui ne savent pas Vivre quand tout lache Quand tout casse Quand tout clash Quand tous les blues Ont sali
other music can compare When the bass starts walkin', it fills the air You know that the sass of brass has made it last And it's the groove of blues
who walked in - Abbott and his man from Farragut Confront him wit the Ruger on his back, walk in black Where's your man, where's the sky blue Land at?
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottled blues And tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair Brass buttons
There were flags flyin' high, bright polished brass that dazzled the eye The hot crowded street is covered by feet kicking dust on the sky She's standing
their thoughts like spies Whose lead ball through the courtroom flies To rip a hole clean between two eyes That never ever wore disguise And never ever saw blue
van Or two or three old cars Drivin' everywhere. Then the sharks showed up and circled A big manager for Sting Said sign here, boys, you'll all be stars We'll go for that brass
I move wit force When po-po take a loss I have no remorse You know the deal, only blazin' shit that could feel Beatnuts be movin' the crowd like blue
toes Chicks pluckin' and coughing up clothes Suckin' and jerkin' us all Sing the song [HOOK] Let's get naked in here Let's stop thinkin' in here Take off your bras
at Sanssouci tonight? The boys that made me lose the blues and then my eyesight All together, playing games of cards Gambling the tiny shards of brass
Rosalita my little rose of the rancho you won my heart down by the Rio Dry your eyes dear and don't be blue Juanita I'll come back to you my little Rosalita
on the one that's gone and left me blue [ brass ] Blue moon of Kentucky keep on shining Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue so blue Blue moon
Oh, the band marched on in formation The brass was phasing tunes I couldn't place Windows open and raining in Maroon, yellow, blue, gold and gray The
1 4 Call the cops I see a robbery in progress Lunatics about to steal the show From the S T L M O 3 1 4 I'm real brass to smash with a fo'-fo' mag 'Cause