's and dirtfeelers have been sighted So people don't trip and cause mass hysteria There's a skunky funky smell in the roswell area 51 ships have landed
a trip, a trap, a S trip Inside your mouth like a slimy goo In the 80's the SM were my adolesence Midori, Eri, Ai and Jun Those shaded areas were unnecessary
chorus] One day I'ma die, mama don't cry Ain't no heaven up in the sky One day I'ma fade away And set the world on fire, watch the sky turn grey 2x I
Chicago's wind, Butter's soft in the Benz and the 9 hold 10, As time keep's tickin', I'm Chevrolet dippin', Navy blue swede seats with the grey strip
's eyes. Forever part of a sleep- ing world, waiting for him to come. Lost dreams of childhood forgotten like hope. These lives are grey stones made for
remind you this is a no-smoking area two rubber shoes and leave me tonight at the side of the road rack dust dogdust rubber glove part rat so much brown and grey
song is just a lullaby, its time to say goodbye. i won't fall again i won't let you tell, take me with you into this grey and blue, area it's hard to
they sold yah and no they couldn't even work on Labor day It ain't that they black or white, their hands in areas the shades of grey I'm west side anyway
crazy way Some say they sold yay and no they couldn't get work on Labor day It ain't that they black or white, it has an area the shade of grey I'm west
things I see. Please, please just do as I say, Repent and leave your evil ways. Meanwhile....planes drop from the sky, People disappear and bullets fly. Little grey
Channel headquarters order the cannonballs (Mars attacksssss) FBI demands column to this pigeon ankle And boomeranging' our harvest; 51st area sickness Not a threat, an area
aside, there'd be heaven to pay Then, weathered and aged time swept him to grave Love conquers all? shit. I'd say that areas grey [Hook] Old fashioned
seven heavens circle of sand Of Area 51 and 57, separate the schoolkid and reveal the reptilian I seen the CIA transform into the species of Greys The
your sources [Chorus 2X: Marc Live] Move, get out, run for cover Break out, call your mother, stop talkin Don't come in the area, bomb terrible Lose
three-way It's not gay when it's in a three-way With a honey in the middle there's some leeway The area's grey in a one, two, three-way Normally, I don
song is just a lullaby, its time to say goodbye. i won't fall again i won't let you tell, take me with you into this grey and blue, area it's hard