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Sublime Stand By Your Van Live

Now a days is clear as you please Strap with protection or struck With disease, 'cause laughter, it's free Anytime just call me 439-0116 When your down with Sublime

In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak Elijah Muhammad or the welfare state, but I know And I know because of KRS-One Yeah, and I know

I got so much trouble on my mind That I feel like I'm always sleeping with the enemy But I know the real world always gets the last word In that's why

clean rig I'm gonna kill that funky ditch pig So what? Outta my, outta my, outta my, outta my secret pad 'Cause I know you're talkin' about me, makin' it hard to live

Sleepin' by yourself at night can make you feel alone Your girlfriend said so, I don' really know It don't mean we've fucked around That night last week

down to LA Right now she's selling oranges by the freeway I wanna know, Ramona am I the only one? Tell me And she said, "You're not the only one, but your

: Headed out for Austin, now were half way down the road. Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by! Steady staring out the window. It fells good, it fells

, I'm gonna kill that fuckin' ditch pig. So what? Outta my, outta my, outta my, outta my secret pad, cuz I know your talkin' about me baby, makin' it hard to live

won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin