Translation: Patriotic Tunes. U.s. Marine Corps. Hymn.
Translation: Patriotic Tunes. Battle Hymn Of The Republic.
Translation: Patriotic Tunes. U.s. Navy Hymn.
She sang hymns out of tune And carried a yellow balloon She traded her love for a Spanish doubloon And talked to the people The people who are
[scarface] I woke up to a tune on the radio, check it An old church hymn behind a breakbeat record (yeahhh) Sounded kinda funky so I pumped it, right
falls That tune's not his it's Kenny Ball's I have no poem that describes my charm No story told that's short and sweet I have no hymn, I have no psalm
down in the river's mirror And watched its winding strum The water smooth ran like a hymn And like a harp did hum Lay down your weary tune, lay down
To help him out know what I'm sayin'? And as he was like weedin' out his garden and everything He'd sing all kinda tunes and hymns know what I'm sayin
alone Well, look up in the sky Just look up in the sky See that I'm everywhere, everywhere Shining down on you Well, well, is that our little author? Coming back, humming his hymns
all these things went wrong Mama took the hymn book down And Mama sang a song (What a friend we have in Jesus) I've been rocked to sleep many a night To the tune
went wrong Mama took the hymn book down And mama sang a song (What a friend we have in Jesus) Yeah, I've been rocked to sleep many a night To the tune
soul But peace turned to piss off, equality a laugh As girls danced a-go-go to our golden calf We borrowed the tune from the hymns of our fathers We are
ho ho The wind blows free Oh for the life on the rolling sea One day as I was a-trimmin' the glim Humming a tune from the evening hymn A voice from the
Health food fagot with a bartered bride Likes to comb his hair with a dipper ride Once had a friend with a cloven foot Once he called the tune in a chequered
Health-food fagot with a bartered bride Likes to comb his hair with a dipper ride Once had a friend with a cloven foot Once he called the tune in a chequered
them sisters in the salon. Puttin' The Thesis on with some grease in her palm. Dope tunes boom and they stick in your brain. So when I make a dope tune
BRIDGE:] Is the bond of our companionship that will lead us to the victory All the blood that (will) spill from our enemies is the only grim reward Tunes
work out and eat some Wheaties Greedy for the cheese, please, most couldn't fathom Had em in the cobra clutch, when he spat the mad hymn gems Collection
