tones And notes that I will never understand And there were tin horns and oboes and saxophone solos Now you know and I know love is like a big brass band
that brass ring The contract was like a book Two hundred pages long We signed there on that dotted line Just a dollar for each song Just a dollar. Things started gettin' wild With the band
haters I see 'cause I hate that you breathe I see you duck, you little punk, you little fucking disease I got HU tatted on the front of my arms Boulevard, brass
you breathe, I see you duck, you little punk, You little fucking disease, I got H.U. tattooed on the front of my arm, The Boulevard, brass knuckles
I hate that you breathe I see you duck, you little punk, you little fuckin? disease I got H.U. tattooed on the front of my arm The Boulevard, brass
from the parade Now I feel like I've won the cup Every time that we make love Forty-five minutes each way, at halftime I hear a Brass band play The
Strollin' the ways of esplanade That's my whole life in a nutshell Take it as you will I can hear that old brass band Playin' our song down the hill
I've got a farm house, It's a big white farmhouse And forty acres in my head You got a kitchen, It's an oak floor kitchen And a big brass feather bed
good, boys scratchin' on the eight ball Belly up to the bar, Cuervo, PBR Flirting with the bartender, hey baby, no charge Band's playing my song, gotta
actions with their meanings Songs from "ends justify their means" mentality Plus I'm bleeding Give me a bandaid a band that can play A
It's done with drummer and a band. You understand? I understand. It's very grand. It's very grand. It's done with drums and a great big brass band! Yeah
match with mine It got wrecked playin' sailor in the shower Last Christmas time The song's written in another language But the weather forecast is plain It was blowin' in a brass
a band Nobody wants to hear; nobody understands Don't start a band You'll be so disappointed that it was nothing like you planned Don't start a band
me gently though I thought I could never We were dancing together at the end of the song A man was still dancing with his phantom partner Though the band
, Cause I hate that you breathe, I see you duck, You little punk, You little fucking disease, I got H.U. tatted on the front of my arm, Boulevard, Brass
a trimer, fils d'immigres ouvriers, familles modestes opprimees. (Parfois) j'glande avec les jeunes de ma bande, y'a rien a gratter, a part tes couilles quand l'matin tu bande
city where culture is on pause And if you can?t strum a guitar you ain?t a star No hating the kid grew up in a band brat In the brass section like the