Spark The Brain That will Change The World Better Show Respect Before I Lose It The Whole World Know Precise Is More Than Music A Movement Look At All The Goons
Jim Jones] One-Eyed Willy, head of the Goonie-Goo-Goos (Capo) I'll put paper on ya head just like a su-su Blowin haze in the air out the moon roof While
] It's my world, It's my rules My guns, My jewels Both great, You won't pay? You want war?...O-kayyyyyy.. Black Truck, Big Goons Full Clips, Full moons
G.'s In that H-2 wit thin tires and O.Z.'s And ya'll got jewels but I doubt it's the same shine Mine look like the sun and moon's out at the same time
dipping in and out of traffic While we testing the road so, my president black but That?s a wall on my colors (more power) no flights To the moon baby
gobs Aight, somebody's robbin' Lou Dobbs and them tonight And he's on the next flight, moon bound And makes it a point to stay away from the goon pound
Tin machine, tin machine Take me anywhere Somewhere without alcohol Or goons with muddy hair Tin machine Tin machine Tin machine, tin machine The zombies
Where'd ya go the red lagoon? Are ya gonna be comin' back soon? Sets stole your pack of goons and put them in this tune I've never been to Minnesota,
out dig deep and scratch away the skin You know you own the night so go howl under the full moon These streets are filled with killers and comic book goons
eye dem a zoom Dats why mi decide fi put it inna mi tune Labba Labba do the parachute and jump from moon Da one yah new everybody haffi catch it soon
full moon Leave a train wreck around him Everytime he goes to town and when The authorities wanna impound him I bet you're glad you found him Goon Wolf - Goon
don't condone Spent bank loans and homegrown suckers break like Turbo in no zone, when I, grab the broom moon-walk platoon hawk my goons spark leave
me and my goons shotin at the moon i cock good work sumbodi pass me the spon me and floca flam we goin off the chain movin big bricks hitin stopid lickes
Don't condone, spit bank loans and homegrown Suckers break like Turbo in ozone When I, grab the broom Moon-walk platoon hawk my goons bark Leave you
Kittyhawk have ever taken off, Would a man have ever made it to the moon? And if it didn't go fast, could the Enterprise enter hyperspace, could Superman ever catch a goon
the right To have a shock You'll be gone tomorrow And nobody gives a fuck Even with a hairy face Acting like a goon I get applause While whaling at the moon
up One of the baddest come, noddin' to a Spanish song Slung, orange woolridge park and a Savannah pump Severe teaspoons, scary money on the moon Lampin' wit a big goon