I'm certain Wherever I roam , The glow from your branches Will light my way home. Ornaments collected From every Christmas night, Memories reflected Through tin
"I Could Rule The World, If I Could Only Get The Parts" (Chris Butler, Tin Huey Music (c) 1978) Jealousy, Jealousy Got a dream for a dream Out of tin
In the stillness of my thoughts Yet, I know I've only started Beating on a tin drum, marching to a sound What is it I think? Am I beating on a tin drum
to be resolved You were my back door key When there was a queue to get in Maybe i was a tease to laugh at you Eating out of that tin But it's hard
ll shoot out with Bill & Hillary, still won't run out of artillery While you trying to make all net like Iver-son or Jor-don I'm extor-tin trying to
shoot out with Bill & Hillary, still won't run out of artillery While you trying to make all net like Iver-son or Jor-don I'm extor-tin trying to make
're geezing Day creeping Got not strings but I think with my dingaling Wu tang with the bling bling I spin with a tin tin gin grin (I love my Mum and
Never touch that switch, even if you want to. You don't know what it can do. You know you're heading for a meltdown, and you're living in a tin town
Well they call me William the Pleaser I sold opium, fireworks and lead Now I'm telling my troubles to strangers When the shadows get long I be dead Now
wheels And a bowl of eels Yes... that's what I like, boy That's what I like Pie and mash and liquor Walking about in the rain William Brookes
Well they call me William The Pleaser I sold opium, fireworks and lead Now I'm telling my troubles to strangers When the shadows get long I'll be dead
: Well they call me William The Pleaser I sold opium, fireworks and lead Now I'm telling my troubles to strangers When the shadows get long I'll be dead
out with Bill & Hillary, still won't run out of artillery While you trying to make all net like Iver-son or Jor-don I'm extor-tin trying to make all
