Lyrics:
The Apple Tree Musical

music, it brings me haters Haters got wifeys, they bring me papers And the mummy's do love these MC's So the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree

the music up) Lets get it started, (go head shake your butt) I'm lookin for a girl I can fuck in my hummer truck, Apple bottem jeans and a big ol butt

's a concrete forest of course it is of course it is The lamp posts are the oak trees the street tops are the streams The natives all stay inside their

An Apple', or as 'Sydney'. I think The Bad Seeds often sang 'Come on home, Sydney Cindy' -Maurice Wish I was an apple dangling from a tree Every time

time But fun is fun and that?s alright Diving deep as whales sleep Counting heroes on my feet Widow in a falling star Healing scars with my guitar Sirens speak to apple tree

the music up) Let's get it started (Go ahead an' shake your butt) I'm lookin' for a girl I can fuck in my Hummer truck Apple Bottom jeans and a big ol

couch, pull it out, perfect balance Chemical stimuli, two tokes off the chalice Complete silence, what surround us What's the finest, wrapped in cold sheets Vanilla apple heat, loop played jazz music

history who do you think taught you to bust knees now who do you think taught you to smoke trees Josh Es, Apple Cs, Hydraulic Bs and Jamie Ts i set J

when there's seeds to sell Freak the bell, and make it all spin crooked God please help, too much grim to look at Grab the tree by the limb and shook