Women sewed the stars and stripes And the men, they fought the wars Children learned arithmetic And everyone was poor Young man was the hero of the day
who memorized all of The Pokémon Theme song He's in the elite As one of the Star Trek Fanclub chiefs. But secretly he has a stash of star wars
at stars Baby, don't tread me down too far Guess I'm in the gutter gazing at stars Baby, don't tread me down too far Guess I'm in the gutter gazing at stars
miss an exit to the road less traveled? Transmit from the depths of the deepest basement Through the pavement, up into spaceships Death Star creator, I orbit track wars
enough flame to put a permanent end To the learning of men Class session, too many the blast the last lesson Often taught like the wars that are often
Close the book and turn the page Exit players from the stage Count the moons and the stars But please stop fighting wars with me After all is said and
world wars of our time Are a flash of universe The floods and whirlwinds As a few drops in the sea Somebody's hand is turning The pages of old book Somebody
Darts from afar duck Too late your star struck Tar stuck Shea??s not another bar fuck Different kitten for this mutt Funny feelin' in my gut Other witches
All about the many things we have unto the world contributed. You wear the crown. - We wear the crown - we wear the Crown. It's not Star Wars it's
important to make a man complete But everythin' I learned in school I learned again on the street Now my time is booked 'cause I've got the look An'
Cruisin' Mos Espa In my Delorean War's over I'm a peacetime mandalorian My story has stumped Star Wars historians Deep in debate, Buffet plate at Bennigan
, spelled g double e k. I meet my boys in the basement about every day. Card table, comic books, and cans of coke. That we blow out our nose after a Star Wars
Last night in a restless dream Awaking out of green field blue seas stars Your eyes arose like the spectres of flowers I turned out the light and clicked fast the door The book
your fingers, but still you can't let it go I'm lost and found in some low end of luxury (I'll start my packing when you start to fall asleep) It's
I have no patience for the masses My star is death, in the sky it burns The book of truth well written And so the pages turn Let the stars fall from
A. bring horror to Hyde Park, Breshnev dies in Russia and Irael invades Lebanon. 1983 As protesters get into their stride at Greenham Ronald Reagan promises to make Star Wars
I grew up in I hate MPs, judges, and magistrates I hate being taught to base my life on TV stars I hate being kept waiting by bureaucrats I hate wars
grew up in I hate MPs, judges and magistrates I hate being taught to base my life on TV stars I hate being kept waiting by bureaucrats I hate wars,
