Should I cue the violins? Yr last brief hope for the night He stands, he sighs, pulls his coat from the rack, and what silence brings back. How you
Coney, the beach is divine I go to ball games, the bleachers are fine I follow Winchell and read every line That's why the lady is a tramp I like a prize
Try to keep up with her if you're such a wise guy Her kisses gave you the clue (Wise guy) And now you know what to do Didn't gamble, never won a prize
and regret To acknowledge one another? But all do respect To the veterans, experts, inmates in the cell Keep your eyes on the prize, see you soon wish
have as one's lot gree -- prize gowd -- gold hame -- home hing -- hang hoddin -- coarse, woollen cloth maunna -- must not (Quoted from: The Complete Illustrated Poems, Songs & Ballads of Robert
I SING OF A WHISTLE (Robert Burns) I sing of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of' a Whistle, the pride of the North, Was brought to the court of
Shards of shattered twilight slice through glacial palaces of ice. The goddess gets her planet prize: A wolf with wild fire in his eyes. Yggdrasil's roots
ALTERED (Robert Burns) How cruel are the Parents Who riches only prize, And to the wealthy booby Poor Woman sacrifice: Meanwhile the hapless Daughter
? down on the ocean and the river so wide Comin down in the day just as sure as it turns into night Comin? down on the winner as he just won the prize
policies I lost my patience Stop debating bringing race into conversation Occupation and cooperation equals profit makin Its over - people wake up from the dream now Nobel peace prize
(Featuring Helmet Roberts) We dance to this dead beat with eyes locked on the prize, this is our fatal disease; named you and me. It's killing us all
16 - "Agony" Port Royal, we drink to your name! Alas, we'll ne'er see, 'cuz were set to hang! A Prize! A Prize! In tar and bound in chains! A Prize!
Lyrics: FALCO, Music: Robert Ponger; Published by P.S.-Music/Edition Falkenhorst Expo - niert, Explo - diert, MA-RA-THON King - Size, Expo - size,
will Through the depths of a nigga's will it might feel Kinda surreal I woke up this morning smiling wit the rising sun Like Robert Ness but hardly my
lost my patience, Stop debating bringing race into the conversation, Occupation and cooperation equals profit making, It's over; people wake up from the dream now, Nobel peace prize
forget and regret To acknowledge one another, but all do respect To the veterns, experts, inmates in the cell Keep your eyes on the prize, see you
some 'KAISER BROILER FOIL', and a pair of blunt scissors! Hey-hey! Yes! Yes, and in the parking lot of RALPH'S, where "no prizes are lower prizes than
