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. Fortune me, fortune me of all my mistakes. I think I lent you late. But I've never seen a starlet or a riot or the violence of you. I land to sail
John F. Kennedy] "The moon and the planets are there. And new hopes for knowledge and peace are there. And therefore as we set sail; we ask God's blessing
WITHOUT LOVE Why can?t u see this, now I?m leaving from my shell Could U please send all my messages back? For my head is an ocean U will never ever sail
be sound So crack open the barrels if we're really going down Riot! When the lights go out, law and order vanished They'll beg to be steered free By the mad sailor
I'm just lookin' to see what I'm missing You startin' the riot Ten green bottles have flown off the hillside You're too young to stay quiet Find a seat
then you gots to go, or roll and be sniped, oh, when he roll slow down his window? Flying high like the Air Force sailing like a sailboat gotta get the
am the autumn in the scarlet I am the make-up on your eyes I land to sail, island sail Yeah, we're movin' Yeah, we're movin' I land to sail, island sail
They?re selling postcards of the hanging They?re painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors The circus is in town Here comes
claimed I was a nasty person Down along the Left Bank minding my own Was knocked down by a human stampede Got arrested for inciting a peacful riot when
(Chorus) Lyrics deadly like a Killa Whale Tell a tale Stormy weather brewing Better set sail from where the threat dwells Dr. Loomis style Splits tracks
Now you sailors know Where your women come for love CHORUS You're in a Zoot Suit Riot You're in a Zoot Suit Riot You're in a Zoot Suit Riot Oh you
Zoot suit riot Throw back a bottle of beer Zoot suit riot Pull a comb through your coal black hair Zoot suit riot Throw back a bottle of beer Zoot suit riot
when we bought this monster Life prevail by daring to fail, others content just to sail Hail the future we bring We bring chaos to blocks, like, riots
They're selling postcards of the hanging Where they're painting the passports brown Yeah, the beauty parlor's filled with sailors The circus is in town
you laughing about you'll turn my poor ass ebony and navy with cane lashings (well, you're right) grip your pointed stick, incite your riot I'll sell
claimed I was a nasty person Down along the Left Bank minding my own Was knocked down by a human stampede Got arrested for inciting a peaceful riot
