I blackened your eyes and stole the light from your glass But in the cold calm of the morning, lay like a death-kite on your lawn I came to your party
lead me sailing down this stream Of hidden songs and steam and my - Piano it floats and echoes A moonbeam through the kite she sent Read 'Is your wooden
fish and chips till it gets dark I've got a lot of homework But homework he can wait I never start my homework till its already too late My parents say think about your
backwash soul Like a fryin' pan when the fire's gone Drivin' my pig while the bands takin' pictures in the grass And my radio's smashed And I like pianos
i was going to write you a love song but you screwed it all up playing games no your just a lame thats shit outta luck i almost wrote you a love song
nigga from the Group Home TICAL!!(Fuck your lifestyle!!) (Blew wind)...put your lights out got the shit the crackin got you fienin with your pipes
zone with ya nigga from the group home Tical, fuck your lifestyle Put your lights out Get the shit to crackin' got you feelin' with your pipes out Time
out of tune - as it is Songs of love that still make your heart feel good We're tired but happy If you close your eyes you might hear us even from there
2 Here we go My style is like a shot of Jack Daniels, a baby grand piano Lighting a hop, smoking a cig, strumming on a banjo The son of man's a song
your station identification We'd also like to add that we've now reached The three-and-a-half minute mark of this song Radio stations may begin your fade
like blow up but lines of coca And your folks think Hov' just wrote stuff to rhyme Nah, I'm a poster for what happened seein your moms Doin five dollars
your fucking head off and throw it on a grill Take the gold out your mouth and throw it in they grill Send a finger to your moms and let her know that
Livin' in my dreamworld, mem'ries of yesteryear Visions of Garbo, that old piano Those golden years are right here (I love 'em) Livin' in my dreamworld
Livin' in my dreamworld, memories of yesteryear Visions of Garbo, that old piano Those golden years are right here I love 'em Livin' in my dreamworld
be saved today get on your knees and pray Have please the wrong to right and join in the fight and get in the gloryland march (Glory hallujah we are marching... [ piano
settle down and settlin' takes a while But now I'm sure that it's you for me and none else will ever do So get your weddin' dress on cause when I finish this song
' in my ear Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt Make up your mind, who you want to pump
a NyQuil, well, I'm dead on your Oh well, then here comes the gelatin Tips on some sugars but you yap on your sellin' friends Now your party is completely