Buenas tardes amigo Hola, my good friend Cinco de Mayo's on Tuesday And I hoped we'd see each other again You killed my brother last winter You shot
It's been a while since I've seen you smile But now you've come back again Came into the room and you saw my girl And you asked her how long it's been
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Don't you ever think of me When you're outside strollin' Don't you ever wave the flag When we're rockin' and rollin' But don't shit where you eat, my
Do you ever walk alone? Like a drifter in the dark Seeking out what isn't there Looking only for a spark From a girl who's all alone Maybe she's a'
Freedom of the body Freedom of the mind A ho on South Street hired for tricks Little girls pickin' up sticks Freedom of '76 Wastee little weasel Wants
Is it alive, does it writhe Can it survive under the sun? I can't put my finger on it. Is it green, is it red Is it alive or is it dead I can't put my
Mister, would you please help my pony? He's over there behind the tree He's down in the dirt, would ya help him? I think it's his lung Mister would
Take a piece of tinsel and put it on the tree Cut a slab of melon and pretend that you still love me Carve out a pumpkin and rely on your destiny Get
How would you feel, if I took you away To a place I know, a place where we could stay Called Joppa Road, a pretty place I know Where we can go, called
Why they wanna see my spine mommy? Why they wanna see my spine? It's gonna hurt again mommy Much worse than last time Am I gonna see God, mommy? Am I
Take me away to some other land I gotta get away from that girl before I go crazy She took my love away She took it to another man Now I gotta get away
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Voodoo Lady Shakin' that stick and drivin' me crazy Your eyes look red and hazy Doin' that stuff that you do Messin' me up with your voodoo You drive
The wash is out It's hanging up And all I have Is nothing Nothing to do Nothing to say I think I must be dreaming The sun comes up and I'm all washed
It's been a while since I've seen you smile But now you've come back again Came into the room and you saw my girl And you asked her, "How long it's been
Freedom of the body Freedom of the mind A ho on South Street hired for tricks Little girls are pickin' up sticks Freedom of '76 Wastee little weasel