tones And notes that I will never understand And there were tin horns and oboes and saxophone solos Now you know and I know love is like a big brass band
a 25 to lifer They will stab you then ??? then fuck you on Rikers And Life Goes On Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and said he write my songs
good as mine And just like me he was wasting time Turning over every stone to see what he could find, okay. He was filling tank and he asked for money I lied
I guess I lied to you when I told you I like baseball It's not so much the game I like, it's the hats Ed, do you see this black band 'round my neck? (
I guess I lied to you when I told you I like baseball It's not so much the game I like it's the hats See this white band around my neck? it's nice! It
a 25 to lifer They'll stab you at Folsom then fuck you on Rikers And Life Goes On Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and said he write my songs
a 25 to lifer They will stab you then ?? then fuck you on Rikers And Life Goes On Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and said he write my songs
Sometimes I told the truth and sometimes I lied Sometimes I told the truth and sometimes I lied Sometimes I told the truth and sometimes I lied Sometimes I told the truth and sometimes I lied
A band of gold you said was all you could buy You never said I'd be a rich man's lady And oh my darling no, you never lied Well, I never took the time
I trusted you, you lied to my face I shook your head i wish i spit in your face Oh well, now we know Computer screen, who are you? Real big man look
Tradução: La banda sonora de Big Chill. Es la misma vieja canción.
I guess I lied to you when I told you I like baseball It's not so much the game I like, it's the hats Ed, Do you see this black band 'round my neck? (
