In the writings of the Druids, Lies a recipe for Druid fluid, Sounds like a most refreshing drink to me. You seem to be accruin' More penalties than a
Where you gonna be when they can't control ya? See you come around and they gonna roll ya. See you in the ghetto like the chola cola. They start the countdown
Here comes cokey Joe looking to make it snow I wish I didn't know what I know And that's why you were hired, hired. Don't do your job and you'll be
Don't have to tell me that life ain't fair, I lost twelve of my very best men in there Well, hold on Hold on to your curse This story is depressing and
Our hearts will love you, our lips will kiss you Our teeth will tear your flesh apart The will of death and destruction is on display Like a precious
I was traveling on, moving on the road to my Jehova. It was the only thing I knew how to do. She was banging and gone She was banging and banging it over
It ain't puck rock 'til the punk rockers say it's punk rock. It ain't puck rock 'til the punk rockers say it's punk rock. Don't waste your time examining
This is a love song for myself For me, by me, everything it ought to be A self-centered melody in the key of me Hey girls You're looking for that final
Stop! We are good times. We're from the 80s and we're here to help. That's when the lion awoke and Mephistopheles spoke. He said, "You still got some
I'm done with the road I need an abode A door to put my keys in I've been a rolling stone but now going alone Is akin to committing treason Now speaking
You get the hotel, I'll get the box of wine. No sadder words had been spoken, Since the dawn of time. When we were young, We never think that it
Hand me down my walkin' cane Hand me down my hat Hurry now and don't be late 'Cause we ain't got time to chat You and me, we're goin' out To catch the
Oooh! Here comes Cokey Joe, looking to make it snow. I wish I didn't know what I know. And that's why you were hired hired. Don't do your job and you
Where you gonna be when they can't control ya? See you come around and they gonna roll ya. See you in the ghetto like the chola cola. They start the
I was traveling on, moving on the road to my Jehova. It was the only thing I knew how to do. She was banging and gone She was banging and banging it
