goodbye Sleep in peace old friend, for me you'll never die The best thing I can say, after all this time, is You were a real friend, of mine Old friends
the local motion. I ain't getting rich But I'm down by the ocean doing what I want And right now it's the good old days. Chorus When we get old we
lies, by sellin' you dreams And they ain't fill ins, they fiends Plus they rat, and it's too hot to chill in the sun My pops 39 years old, and still on
no means, king of the road Third boxcar midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine Old worn out suit and shoes, I don't pay no union dues I smoke old
on the fan club christmas cd 1998.] - roger waters (pink floyd - from the album the wall) Hey you, Out there in the cold, Getting lonely, getting old
Highway I still call it that today Roger and out good buddy I still call it that today Two camaros racin' down the road Feels just like yesterday Roger
death of Anis Cosby, what a mystery, All of Chicago and Herald Washington, someone is sabotagin' him, Watch out for the traps, Larry Troutman killed his brother, Roger
i boss trip what it cost me? i brought the bollin resindential i gotta saidcuz you know my credential i came from the projects to lived in residential the roger
: (feat. Roger Chapman) [Chorus] Shadow on the wall! Shadow on the wall! Shadow on the wall! Shadow on the wall! Like a shadow on the wall! Treat
scrap whatever it was And live to talk about it and we get old cause And keep a pack of zig zags for that good old bud We do a house party what the fuck
Boysenberry Jam" fan Ah, South California If I become a first lieutenant Would you put my photo on your piano? "To Maryjane- Best wishes, Martin" (Old Roger
: (feat. Trick Daddy, Slim Thug & Roger Back) Juicy J: I got to stay fly iii iiii iiiii iii ii till i dieii iii ii iii iii i got to stay fly iii
Roger's theme} When a man is running from his boss Who hold a gun that fires "cost" And people die from being cold Or left alone because they're old And
: Sailing the alley, black scarf round my head My old shopping-trolley heels close to the wind Limping the gutter on my wooden limb Smelling of whisky
highway junkie, I need that old white line But them big wheels of rubber are gonna rub her off my mind I'm a highway junkie, I need that old white line
style, my rhyme, my game is droppin doo doo lyrics Make a brother say, "Keith is out? Damn, I wanna hear it" Buy a copy tomorrow, kick his old tape Take
i make you feel crazy with thea?? now back to the good part: from the day he was born, he yearned for adventure nooo old captain jack giving them