around with a dick in ya mouth Dont ever let the kid joe take a shit in ya house Trust my judgement, I make bitches lie to there husbands At my crib on
Yeah Women seem to want me To stay with them all night We have so much in common Our futures really do seem bright Women seem to forgive me They seem to become my
sins Oh and as that wheel spins Oh well it plays as they believed And for your husband you have grieved Oh the world Still decieves you as it turns Well in my
: See I finally found me a good man Matter of fact, he might be my future husband Yeah he really knows how to love me And he can't get enough of me Oh
in my I could crush him in my fist Future farmers of America I could crush him in my fist Future farmers of America I could crush him in my fist Future
be where you are Take my hand and I will never give up hope You inhabit my heart 4. Home © Vigoda 1993 I am holding something precious It is mine, but not my
my I could crush him in my fist Future farmers of America I could crush him in my fist Future farmers of America I could crush him in my fist Future
don't have to worry, I'ma keep you shinin' I'ma build us a future, I'ma keep on climbin' With our family on my back, 'cause that's my assignment I'ma
're saying that, because my husband has another wife! My child has no future,like the dust of life! He must come tonight to my place! Tell me so to my
you're saying That because my husband has another wife My child has no future, like the dust of life He must come tonight to my place Tell me so to my
From: Kevin Screeching Weasel 7" "You Broke My Fucking Heart" The American Dream (Weasel) Oh say can you see the star spangled banner flying can
money, anti hate, anti things I fucked and ate Anti cop and anti fun here is my anti president gun Anti Satan, anti black the anti world is on my back
Women seem to want me To stay with them all night We have so much in common Our futures really do seem bright Women seem to forgive me They seem to become my
said, "It didn't matter" 'Cause her husband was a surgeon You're sick Ain't, ain't that ain't that sick? Shucks, it breaks my heart Operate on a baby
when I be rebelling You a blessing in my world that's word to my Reverend You got all the tools to be wifey You cool wit a sense of humor just like me My future
Do not disturb sign hangin' on the door knob Brain unplugged, my whole life in my luggage My cruelty is dependable and my ugliness is rugged Smoke still slow dances out of my
A corpse in the park Her husband, her tutor Glow in the dark The fame of the future The story was told She's gone where the gods live Carbon to gold
the promoted for the dough I'm takin', breakin' his wax Throw my shit on to perform my selection from the Swarm Day 2 breaks, it's a stormy Monday My
