Greenspond is a pretty place, and so is Pinchard's Island Mom will buy me a new fur coat when da gets home from swilin' Here he comes as white as ghosts
I Haven't seen you in a long time Since I've been gone It always seemed to be the wrong time Its the same old song Looks like we'll never be together
'It was a cold day for September', was all I thought to say When I saw you on the street the other day Something's changed between us, all the talk we
When I was a young man I was let astray I met with a body down in Logy Bay We went out in a weather We wore out our shoes, And up Kingsway road for a
Ships may come and ships may go As long as the sea does roll. Each sailor lad just like his dad, He loves the flowing bowl. A trip on shore he does
sands of Suvla, they entered into hell And on those bloody beaches, the first of them fell [Chorus] So it's over the mountains, and over the sea Come
, they don't understand Her mother wrote 'be strong' She made some decent money But nothing comes for free The windy street, just can't compete With the sky, the rocks and sea
It's not the way that I intended this I didn't realize, how much I would miss... But with every parting of our company I hate to think, what it has done
your mind Is there something I should know? I thought we went through all this yesterday You said you were OK, you just had to take it slow I'm tired of these little games you play
loaded drunk, and they ain't got sober yet; As long as a bottle was passed around every man was feelin' gay O'Leary came with the bagpipes, some music for to play
I am the fountain of affection I'm the instrument of joy And to keep the good times rolling I'm the boy, I'm the boy, You know the world could be our
I've got a smile on my face, I've got four walls around me The sun in the sky, the water surrounds me I'll win now but sometimes I'll lose I've been
sendin y'all Minds I reach through scripts, I preach like Jim Jones in Guyana Hurricanes through your brains like winds in Savannah GA - Great Adventures
apples at dead whores [Chorus x2: Warcloud] Throwin' mad axes, heavy sawed-off shotty Old liquid foot, powder foot, chopped up the body Great Warcloud
me to get my chance, grab my pen and revamp, bing Do a cameo while everybody do the dance Quick now 'cause you runnin' out of luck-a Playin' Mr. Big, '
m upon the sand, Imagine that I'm singing with a great big band. My records are playing on the radio. And I'm going to be the star of a great big show
old sea Ninety-nine years nothing but an empty cell for company Yet there's not very much that stands between me and the freedom I hold dear Just a thousand bars a big
I got hounds that found where your stash be They play my sound in towns, rats harass me They know I'm nice, they ain't bettin' on you That's like playin