Letras:
The National John S Star

I wanted to show you John's star And lay down with you in strawberry fields. You said, "you're gonna lay down here; You're gonna lay down alone." I thought

: i wanted to show you john's star and lay down with you in strawberry fields. you said, "you're gonna lay down here; you're gonna lay down alone

sky Saying, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken. Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for fuse I'm in the kitchen

broke man with a bitch thats fine My hearts full of braveness so who the fuck will want to save this Fallen angel from fallen star and chaos on this nation

is fallin' off It's repentance day It's repentance day Repent for your sins When the gates of Heaven open up And Hell's closin' in It's repentance

nations at thy feet In the bonds of love we meet. Hear our voices, we entreat, God defend our free land. Guard Pacific's triple star From the shafts

the lyrics of John Lennon the spirit of Bob Marley the mind of Amen Dasa the personality of Chris Farley the voice of Janis Joplain the comedy of Andy Coughman the raising star

of light. Surrender now, or prepare to fight. (Chorus) Team Rocket's rockin' Talkin' trouble, walkin' trouble Double trouble, big trouble And trouble's gonna follow you. Team Rocket's

factories still churning out Of that there's not a single doubt There's more snide shit from their flea pits They couldn't give a fucking shit. It's true