's over and I don't want too much when it's over, summer's over and the last of loyal covered up in baby oil lesson learned, body burned and release
your tape decks, rhyming to my apex If a nigga don't like he can bite me with a latex Because when I'm rhyming, heads are declining Like brian mulroney
AND PROGRAMMING : BRIAN DEVOIL GUITARS : ANDY REVELL AND CLIVE MITTEN KEYBOARDS : RICK BATTERSBY AND CLIVE MITTEN VOCALS, SQUEAKY TOYS AND ASSORTED NOISES : GEOFF MANN WRITTEN BY : ANDY, BRIAN
Sexy, hot, I love your style girl, put it on them Brian and Tony Gold let the ladies know They got it goin' on, uh Shaggy Hey sexy lady, I like your
end up dead And don't go into politics You'll end up dead Don't go into politics You'll end up dead Jimi Hendrix, Janice Joplin, Brian Jones, Keith Moone
the book on love (You wrote the book on love) Girl, I just can't get enough Of your love I know, you wrote the book on love Oh Brian, help me sing
Oh there's kosher pickles Thank you for the french fries I'm really uh Everything's gonna be alright Marylin Thank you Oops okay why don't Earl talk to Brian
the words ring loud and true bring forth the graceful thought of benevolence, brightness, and hue like others i sing with mr. vox of strong desire burning
juice from the generator More volts! More volts! More volts! "more suck at the duct" my dictu More volts! More volts! Burn up! Turn into a lanky housemaid Burn up! Burn
the sea of permutation I live beyond interpretation I scramble all the names and the Combinations I penetrate the walls of explanation I am the will I am the burning
Sailors on southern more And though they wail with the bonemen Farther there somewhere inside It doesn't show nights are warning Beggars change so you'll burn
[Music: James Gulotta, Tim Kelly, Chris Lykins, Rick Skowron] [Lyrics: Brian Zimmerman] [Solo: Rick] Destruction is my goal Care for no one at all Death
Brian Ray I am lost without you I lose my way when you're not near I am cold when I'm alone I sometimes forget just who I am I am borrowed I am bruised
- Poet 3 - Wife 4 - Zarenda 5 - Employee 6 - Neighbour 7 - Policeman (Salem, Frisco, Prestwich) Evil farce in three acts almost Brian Rixish
Well, Brian and me, well, we both agree That, that penny loafers are absurd 'Cause I don't know why on earth You would take your two cents worth And stick
now? Well, we have another song for you That goes far beyond louie-louie, Ruthie-ruthie, or even brian-brian This song is so advanced It takes us all
foot coffin I've been getting up, close and intimate Some close calls but I'm getting into it In some states they say, you can burn for it But I'll burn