: They hung him on a cross They hung him on a cross for me One day when I lost They hung him on a cross They hung him on a cross for me They whooped
: Ain't it a shame to go fishin on a Sunday Ain't it a shame Ain't it a shame to go fishin on a Sunday When you got Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Oh, Thursday
: Polly wants a cracker She'd like me to get off her first Maybe she wants some water To put out the blow torch Isn't me Have some seed Let me clip Dirty
: This is a hard, cold beat You can go dance if you like You won't get in trouble And the tea has some spice You wanna know it hits ya You can make,
: Clean up before she comes Living in a dusty town Something in her eyes Must be the smoke from my lungs Something in her eyes Must be the smoke from
Ain't it a shame to go fishin on a Sunday Ain't it a shame Ain't it a shame to go fishin on a Sunday When you got Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Oh, Thursday
To hope is admittance Feed before beginning Double-sided cynics Reflected image Don't be so selfish Leave in me this Follow it far To find where you
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rhyme Thesis or story line Set the mood, something new Is it me, or my attitude If you want to put off an image The extremes, the extremes Act it out
with you just I'm going to hell Without my libido I'm gonna try To find it with you just I'm going to hell Without my libido I'm gonna die Dying with
Polly wants a cracker She'd like me to get off her first Maybe she wants some water To put out the blow torch Isn't me Have some seed Let me clip Dirty
This is a hard, cold beat You can go dance if you like You won't get in trouble And the tea has some spice You wanna know it hits ya You can make, have
They hung him on a cross They hung him on a cross for me One day when I lost They hung him on a cross They hung him on a cross for me They whooped him
I'm not gonna make it through Something else is something new I'm not gonna make it dream Suicide is something mean I'm not gonna make it through It'
That is the way you want it You wanted it to be the way you like it I`m no lover We wanted you to see it the way you wanted It's all right I could be
*gulp gulp* Oh, lesser God Oh You get, you get, you get, you get to me Holy is the time its such an easy way to go You get you get you get you get to
them in New York Got me in, to enter See your legs are in your legs I was your end dancer More than all I wish you Got me under with the Nice, nice,
Bell on door clanks come on in Floyd observes my hairy chin Sit down chair don't be afraid Steamed hot towel on my face I was shaved I was shamed I was