All to hell we must sail For the shores of sweet Barbados Where the sugar cane grows taller Than the God we once believed in Till the butcher and his
Off to hell we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbados Where the sugar cane grows taller than the God we once believed in The butcher and his crown
Paul Kantner) Have you seen the saucers? for the earth mother? Do you know there are people out there, Tranquility base, there goes the neighborhood
Cutting through just like champagne petals Sprinkled over the blackest sea Urban stars will shine, electric They keep on calling as they beckon I'm enamored
Everybody wants to make it up to Heaven But they don't want to die Everybody wants seven or eleven Without rollin' the dice Just want somethin' for nothin
as your face hits the floor you feel sorry for [that action] It's too late 'cause i ain't got no motherfucking fraction of remorse left and you best BELIEVE
Un olor a tabaco y Chanel Me recuerda el olor de su piel Una mezcla de miel y cafe Me recuerda el sabor de sus besos El color del final de la noche Me
I have ordinary addictions I've outgrown the ways of the street And the nightshade Hey! Goodnight ladies... ladies bye bye I work odd hours, get home
I have ordinary addictions I've outgrown the ways of the street and the nightshade Hey! goodnight ladies... ladies bye bye. Iwork odd hours, get home
(G. Johnson) Well, she dialed a phone number Well, she dialed a phone number Well, she dialed a phone number Written on tobacco hand And her words
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Reel this spool of string Strap the life jacket as tight as can be Oh, we can fish and fry Wave your last goodbye, could you see? There's too much tobacco
I threw a thin layer of rubber And a thick rusted armor Of drunken lust I think when our clothes were on We had a different image of what This was supposed
She's got the face She's got a face that makes me happy I never thought about how Lovely it was Until one day she went Over and out Over and out Over
I heard you what the problem is I didn't hear you both You're coming through Like weird electric jive Bumming your role I'm playing your role Will you
You ever see someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton Smash whatever you throw, 1000 is what I'm battin' Got a few hooks but no jabs
leveling, graveling, gravelly groans exude my exhaustion, canonize all my tomes. this home is afloat on a yellow black moat of bile, hate and quile and