that brass ring The contract was like a book Two hundred pages long We signed there on that dotted line Just a dollar for each song Just a dollar. Things started gettin' wild With the band
match in my hand too black to tan heavy metel rythem from a one man band bust my knuckles in a junkyard scuffle whippin at the fairies with a brass belt
Aiming at me and aiming at his wife The band fall silent fearing for their lives And with fear in my guts like tangled twine 'Cause all I got is brass
ya shit together Boy, then diamonds ain't real, get ya shit together Now we can ball seven days, six nights If that head and that pussy get right And match ya panties with ya bras
I rode with the Seventh Cavalry I thought that we fought for the land of the free When we rode from Fort Lincoln that morning And the band they played the Garryowen Brass
rode with the Seventh Cavalry I thought that we fought for the land of the free When we rode from Fort Lincoln that morning And the band they played the Garryowen Brass
drafted, I wanna see somebody get they ass kicked with standard military tactics Fuck brass knuckles, I'll punch you with brass fists Totally flowin
Charlie's gotta Band it's a really big one he's a master, a king he got it all but you don't know all his wills Women on his left and on his right with
the moon, yeah Without you Lost on the moon Without you How I dream of sweet return To fall so fast and feel the burn Confetti flies, the brass band
I like your bother, I like your mother I like you and you like me too We?ll get a preacher, I?ll buy a ring We?ll hire a band with an accordion, violin
Oh, the band marched on in formation The brass was phasing tunes I couldn't place Windows open and raining in Maroon, yellow, blue, gold and gray The
you like to buy me a brand new pair of pyjamas Would you like to fly with me on a holiday to Grenada Have V.I.P. treatment, a send off by brass band
. Prends garde... VOIS DE BASSE et l'ALTESSE. Prends garde... Sur la sellette. Laisse-moi m'asseoir sur tout le biz, arrete tes betises, marche pas sur mes plates-bandes
colliers d'a-cote Ou les reputations se font et se defont Ou les moins costauds enjambent les ponts Se defoncent sans moderation En guerre permanente avec les autres Les bandes
haters I see 'cause I hate that you breathe I see you duck, you little punk, you little fucking disease I got HU tatted on the front of my arms Boulevard, brass
you breathe, I see you duck, you little punk, You little fucking disease, I got H.U. tattooed on the front of my arm, The Boulevard, brass knuckles
I hate that you breathe I see you duck, you little punk, you little fuckin? disease I got H.U. tattooed on the front of my arm The Boulevard, brass