A hungry mob is a angry mob. A rain a-fall, but the dirt it tough; A pot a-yook, but d' yood* no 'nough. We're gonna chuck to Jah music - chuckin'; We're chuckin' to Jah music - we're chuckin'. --- /Guitar
You Can Play In My Band I Can Teach You Guitar Here's Ya Backstage Pass Let Me Make You A Star (Hook x4) Let It Loose Now (Lil' Wayne Verse) Guitar
Anarchy In The UK and old Mick Jagger will adopt A strangle and a swagger Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah baby Rick Wakeman will take up the electric guitar
Plus I got it all, Bitch tell me what you don't see. I got 25 lighters on my dresser Got the girl and the girl to undress her My guitar strap is leather
it away in the back of my brain And tell you 'bout the other shit I have to complain about that day Picked up the guitar, tried to play Couldn't get
white-washed wall. Leave the death ledger under city hall. Leave the joyful air and that rubber ball today. Leave the lilac print on the linen sheet
white-washed wall Leave the death ledger under city hall Leave the joyful air in that rubber ball today Just leave the lilac print on the linen sheet
The speculators made their money on the blood you shed Your momma's pulled the sheets up off your bed Profiteers on Jhames Street sold your shoes and
How come you have three guitars? 3, 2, 1, liftoff, jetpack, shoot into space Represent the dot till were blue in the face Fre-fre-fresher than tooth-
know that's me I gotta lock wit a key on the creep I'm on a level that a nigga can't reach Whenever we have beef we just meet in the sheets An yall already
ah fuck, what happened? They always told us that we sucked at rapping Well I don't know how to play a guitar I'll play the skin flute to be a radio star
Miss, can we dance real slow? With the lights down low I wanna play ya body like a drum And serenade you with my guitar strums I wanna see you on the
No More Billy Gould: Bass Guitar; Jim Martin: Guitar; Mike Patton: Vocals ( Angel Dust
are begging "please, globalization's killing me" while we think that they think they need all of the things we think we need like martha stewart shams and sheets
I'll see you sometime, maybe" and I Fall back to uneasy sleep You made me forget my dreams I was building a space rocket With the boy who played bass guitar
girl in the crowd I ran over, I shouted out I asked if I could take her out But she said that she didn't want to I changed the sheets on my bed I combed
hold, I'm too nasty Don't ever underestimate T-Pain You should have known when I was biting on your belly button chain That you are about to receive some of that guitar
acre farm I've got a John Deere in my barn I've got a garden in my yard Full of corn, peas and beans I've got a guitar, I play unplugged I've got a
