the new washing machine Washing machine Washing machine I watched them go 'round and 'round My blouse wrapping itself around your trousers Oh the waves are going out My skirt floating
ghetto economics Spit from the voicebox, nasty with sonics Animals released out of boxes Plus we got that Stronghold on the throat That'll leave you all gone on the float
Figures dance around and around To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness Moving to the pagan sound. Somewhere in a hidden memory Images float before
round on my floor. Jehovo witness knocking at my door. Rednecks sucking life from a can. Naked women magazines making me a man. Big Blond Bush, schizophrenic
round on my floor. Jehovo witness knocking at my door. Rednecks sucking life from a can. Naked women magazines making me a man. Big blond bush, schizophrenic
I taught Solomon his little ABC's I'm the first one to eat Limburger cheese And while floating down the bay with Methuseleh one day I saw his whiskers floating
what it had done, well I wished I was dead. Never knew there was worse things than dyin'. For I'll go no more waltzing Matilda, all around the green bush
of the block We pack glocks and grow crops If you cross through my hood It'd be like crossin through The Brumueta Triangle Find your body floating With
of the block We pack glocks and grow crops If you cross through my hood It'd be like crossin through The Brumueta Triangle Find your body floating
'Bout a broad highway somewhere When the music from the carillon Seemed to hurl your heart out there Past the scientific darkness Past the fireflies that float
behind and got you From over there in them bushes, I chilled and watched you Dancin all dolly as you pussy for them folly I knock you out wit one punch from me you been allied I float
dip dy dip to the socialize Of americal not america mer Medler rich peddler "hold up?± Which ways up whatever high Heather by bush push push push in The bush
problem. Bears to the left; bears to the right We didn't have no place to go. They had us backed up clean to the shore, And them cab-over Petes don't float
About a broad highway somewhere When the music from the carillon Seemed to hurl your heart out there Past the scientific darkness Past the fireflies that float
Things is always better than they seem Things is always better than they seem I see the guitar that my cousin played in prison It's floating with the
of the rest, the devil blew it Where He'll take care of the, He'll take care of the rest Just think about Moses, in front of the burning bush Barefoot
(kirsty maccoll/david ruffy) Behind a burning bush he's waiting Like a sleepless night So silent and so strong I know that I must push push push Until