will be sailors no more I will be here forever Till the river runs into the sea I will always be silent And hold my head up Till we will be sailors
west traveling the country Freak of ?? league lazer major running bases Neighborhood watch weasels pacing ugly acres more than often If I ever make it big
is barren no food and water My friends go down and now I wanna go home Back to my country and the land of the free Give me a big mac with a coke...Oh
tragedy Packing a to pience colt pair of shoots A shiny grey mexican suit The blue eyed traffic can sashay by 'Cos tonight the sailor boys have hit Shanghai
no prisons, well, where would robbers go? And what if I told you to Fxxk Off? What if there's no army to stop a big invasion? Who'd clean the bogs and
be always feelin' our songs Nigga, get your thug on [Verse 3: Gonzoe] Who broke, now you're bullshit I make hits, and sail the blue seas with yacht full
who be always feelin' our songs Nigga, get your thug on [Verse 3: Gonzoe] Who broke, now you're bullshit I make hits, and sail the blue seas with yacht
I'm Don Juan's reckless daughter I came out two days on your tail Those two bald-headed days in November Before the first snowflakes sail Out on the
(Stuart Adamson) From Big Country's album "The Seer" (backing vocals) Long ago I beard a tale I never wilt forget The time was in the telling On
Draino, your boyfriend a lame-o And if you stay with em then y'all in the same boat Deep water Carter fishin for a dollar You can join the sail and I'
I'm supposed to have open invitations To classy country clubs all across the nation Yes I'm supposed to have jewelry and diamonds And a fifty foot yacht I can sail
Little mama From Japan Sent by her Masters To a foreign land "Go out with the sailors Hang 'round the dock Get out of the way When the bombs start
'm supposed to have open invitations To classy country clubs all across the nation Yes I'm supposed to have jewelry and diamonds And a fifty foot yacht I can sail
peeling, ain't no sailing Move little homey, see the O.G. leaning {LL, I keep birdies fiending} What you hating for? (What you want?) {big faces, the
And I lived the free life of the rover. From the Murray's green banks, to the dusty outback While I waltzed my Matilda all over. Then in 1915, my country
I'm sitting in my bedroom overlooking Findhorn Bay Cluny Hill ion the distance summer on the way Blue skies and sailing boats like a picture in a book
