got big guns in here Coke over there with blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips Stan
got big guns in here, coke over there With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips Stan
I Put that Martin in it's case With the memory of her face Where it stayed to gather dust And I went and found someone to trust I couldn't stand to twist
gear C'mon son let's keep it movin right footwear , check out my book yea Stop , look , stand and you stuck but don't stick Come aboard now , we got the Georgetowns , it's
the band and me and Marc We did that methedrine a lot And drank that Cutty Sark Richard Mazda came from the UK Helped us to record in a brand new way One weekend, Marc's
the DA Chorus: Throw it away Oh, throw it away There's nothin' left to do but throw it all away Throw it away Yeah, throw it away There's nothin' left
it loose) What's the fuss? (What's the fuss?) And what's the use? The city streets burst at their seams And flood the earth with people's dreams But
's Pick up the old school flavor Like your name was Barro Pasco [unverified] Asshole, my whole ass is all on me that's booty My job's to clean up after
Can I get a light from you, Mr. Smith? And do you know where the party is? I've been walking a blue streak all night long And I'm tired of looking for
's a worry on the burner A cold wind rushin' in And nobody got out, but somebody did get in There's a creak on the stairway outside the door Blue metal
's over Remember me when it's done Remember me when it's rainin' Remember me?c?ci'm the one And if somewhere I let you down Or ever made you blue Remember
that drink and smoke that smoke Old mister johnson turns blue and starts to choke Somebody slap him on the back Now the curtains go up And both lights go on And betsy's
?cbabyface will need a peel tonight Chorus: Where they go We don't know But deep inside we're blue Catch that fish Your only wish Deep inside we're blue
't box me in Don't box me in Let go There's a few places 'round That I've never been There's an ocean out there That I gotta swim There's a river that
old walt's place You'll have to be a millionaire to go We'll smoke cigars and lounge in lace Talk the talk of businessmen And bosses that we are So here's
and stealin' radios, and sellin' 'em through some fencing scam Chorus: We are takin' back america, he said, as he popped out the ignition lock On a new blue
If it's the rough stuff ya want You can point yer finger at me 'cause I can dish it out good But I don't give it away for free There's a price for my
