Catholic school girls rule… In the class she’s taking notesJust how deep is my throatMother Mary don’t you knowShe’s got eyes like Marylin Monroe Catholic school girls rule… From the cross she’s raised her headThis is what the sister saidGive no love until you’re wedLive no life until you’re dead The good books says we […]
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Got To Be There
Got to be there(Got to be there)Be there… in the morningWhen she says "hello" to the world Got to be there(Got to be there)Got to… be there,Bring her good timeAnd show her that’s she’s my girl Oooh… what a feeling I’ll be(…What a feeling I’ll be)The moments I know she loves me…Cause when I look […]
Mr. Tambourine Man
Hey! Mister Tambourine Man,Play a song for me,I’ m not sleepy an there is no place I’ m goin’ to.Hey! Mister Tambourine Man,Play a song for meIn the jingle jangle mornin’ I’ll come follin’ you Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship,My senses have been stipped,my hand can’ t feel to gripMy […]
Fretless
He’s got his work and she comes easy They each come around when the other is gone Me, I think I got stuck somewhere in between I wouldn’t confide in the Prodigal Son The die has been cast, the battle is won The bullets were blanks, a double aught gun I couldn’t admit to a […]
Fan The Fire
**Ohh it’s a shameI’ts a shame it’s a shameThe flame of love is about to dieSomebody fan the fireThe flame of love is about to dieSomebody fan the fireLove is dyin’ todaySomebody fan the fireThe flame of love is dyin’ I sayWe gonna fan the fire, come on alongLittle children starving in a foreign land,talk […]
Spawning Time
(Translation To: Laichzeit) He loves his motherand from the sidehe gives the fish to herit sheds its skin before empty testiclesthe old skin falls on the floor He loves his sisterand from behindthe fish eats to the mouththe gills still bloody from suckingon the big red eyes Spawning timeit is spawning time He loves his […]
Kick Him When He's Down
Hey you’re a riddle,I say as I move aside(like I really need your advice).But you won’t leave it aloneLittle men try but don’t get a lot done.Living in sin doesn’t move me either way.I get a feeling you’re so vague.Like I said before,Little men come when anything goes. When the rain comes I sit home […]
Johnny Ryall
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoopI gave him fifty cents to buy some soupHe knows the time with the fresh Gucci watchHe’s even more over than the mayor Ed KochWashing windows on the Bowery at a quarter to four‘Cause he ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no moreLiving on borrowed time and borrowed […]