tips in this jar will by a brand new set of wings For my mercury Until then please (chorus) I could never hide this little light of mine If God made a
had a reputation as a girl who'd been around Down Main Street after midnight with a brand new pack of cigs A fresh one hangin' from her lips and a beer
had a reputation as a girl who'd been around. On Main street after midnight, a brand new pack of cig's, a fresh one hanging from her lips, a beer between
born bound to a stencil called symmetry But my energy's a rental So I take this now to save My cute seniorita beholding a flame to a lost wick Thank
the highest jar And if I came back from the grave for a while Would you could you make a dead man smile? I'd wear you on my arm like a brand new scar
Hey, yo don't be offended, when I slashin' ya face Im doin' you a favor punk you off to a better place A nutcase wit a taste for torture A bloody butcher
jar We're the backbone of this country and we're proud of who we are From Richmond to Montgomery From San Antone to Caroline There's a brand new spirit
a prophecy. y dem hoes watchin me and y dem hoes jockin me. Feds try 2 rocket me and know me off properly. i was on a robbery my gat sung operaly. 500
sauce Hit the block just to floss Got an 87 flee 7 coats Extra gloss lookin mean One the scene so clean I'm a kill em It's a new epidemic Bird Flu, I'm a
pour some coins in my crater I spend 'em as fast as they come A greased up atomic pavillion A great way to swallow my time But I do think I need a stronger
old wine from a brand new jar Get hung over, but we always survive it Sing the same old song Sing the same old song Like the same old song with a few new
for old We sing the same old song, just like a vintage car You can look but you won't ever drive it We drink the same old wine from a brand new jar
joie renversant les miseres Car le temps en balayant l'hiver A fait peau neuve et a la ronde Le soleil arme d'un pinceau vert A tout repeint pour qu'
they all roll on by burried again, I remember who I am Well I woke outside to threes a crowd the summer was festering down blood inside a honey jar,