pay stub And if money's not a problem I suggest you best believe There's ten dollars on the table and a million up his sleeve And here they come, watch
, So I feel for you. Uh-huh, I'm all choked up Girls: And further more: Sandy: So you're down and out, and you're against the wall, And you say that
re talkin' to a man in a whole other kind of bag Well I'm three parts tiger and one part snake I'll ball you to sleep and I'll bite you awake And I'm
than divine decree, it's my destiny Digging 'round the deep, only missing out on sleep Chasing 'bout my head like the wolf that found the sheep Don't go digging 'round
the water, dude" The birds and animals and fish have a monster surfer wish for real. They wish that people round the world would feel how surfing monsters feel. Come on and
you always want to get the best of me? I'm like a seeing eye dog and I can't even see They're naked and they're following my master who is blind And
find it anywhere It was up, it was down, squares rolling round and round... It was crowded it was lonely, a show written only for me Had this sick and
livin' life, had thick and uneasy You chose to be involved with no deals and crisis In a hole 'cause of lust and greed Your mind held captive and unable
D) Year And A Day MC, for what I am, and do The A is for Adam and the lyrics, true So as pray and hope and the message is sent And I am living in the
You know my heart beats rhythm and my dreams still take me higher I've travelled round the world but they can't cure my desire The city looks pretty
your ass and jam Shit, goddamn, get off your ass and jam Shit, goddamn, get off your ass and jam Shit, goddamn, get off your ass and jam My hands are
the hell can I be cured (Chorus) And I think you might agree When you said us, well you meant me And I think you might agree When you said us, well you meant And
And never seen again And never seen again Look under The cure was in no pill Had to look under the window sill The window sill Look under The cure
bed The ceiling's spinning round like I've been drinking I've got this banging in my head boom boom boom boom I need my-yy medicine and the cure
in bed The ceiling's spinning 'round like I've been drinking I've got this banging in my head Boom, boom, boom I need my medicine And the cure ain't
, I can't control my feelings And who hit me? I just might be Coming round the bush And my stilts, they began cracking Subsequently pushed And I looked
- he's no coward. Step into his mind and anything goes - if you can't relate, why you hangin round? The cure for repression - I got good news - here
in, signal for the whirly Worm killer bird on the set, I flex early Got to beat the rush and report it all to the hive mind Weathermen and such, motherfucks