lose, but some day we'll win. Orphanage pride, it's sicker than sin. Orphanage pride. Orphanage pride. Orphanage pride. Orphanage pride. Orphanage fucking pride. Orphanage fucking pride. Orphanage
goes from room to room And weeps an endless song of doom She's measured and weighted in torture and pain By all of us who have gone insane I'm in The Orphanage
knew or saw that woman sent with me this fatal flaw. My strange and puffy moon-like face, My Orphanage, My hateful place. My stringy hair, my lack of grace, My Orphanage
I was seldom sober in nineteen hundred and fifthy-four Hey baby, maybe 'cause my baby had a baby by me And I was still drinking dry gin while you cried
Uh Betty was worried about the lover that she has married and she didn't know what to do He'd been hit by a hammer on the head and he lay dead an' all
I worked for the union and on my very first communion, you know, it never ever, ever, ever worked out right So I spent the night sleepin' on the railway
Put up, Baby Face I love your lipstick, Baby Face, it makes me all shades of red Give me wild while you do to me one, make me hot when I should be sleeping
I don't wanna forget how to jive Get my mookie, keep 'em alive, baby Don't wanna lose ya Goodbye, a-huh, huh, yeah I don't wanna forget how to rock
Buffalo {repeat 16 times} Buffalo Gal, you've had your fun Your button's undone and the time's right for slaughter Buffalo Gal You're thirsty and there
Captain's hair shone softly in the sun Rode on his best mare to Sarah Schoolboy eyes would stare in innocent fun Never told no lies, he loved Sarah {
When we were kids he used to go over the back wall into old Dan's scrapyard Into the snooker hall where most us kids were barred An' into the Roxy and
Out of sight, do it The people rose and set off for the sun At night they read their star signs A people proud for they know their kingdom come Their
Slug: ...With sage francis, to aesop rock, we're trying to save the spot, we'e trying to save the spot, we're trying to save the spot, we'e trying to
or saw that woman sent with me this fatal flaw. My strange and puffy moon-like face, My Orphanage, My hateful place. My stringy hair, my lack of grace, My Orphanage
When we were kids he used to go over the back wall into old dan's scrapyard Into the snooker hall where most us kids were barred An' into the roxy and
[Music & lyrics: G. Eikens, R. van der Aa] A bond for life, the quest that's in their head. The beauty of it all seems slipped away, The value of it
