you learn and know so well They are fleeting Yes, they are fleeting You're the one who told me who I was You said you're no one So now I'm no one O,
that made me tip When I wrote a pitch, how many leech it? Stapleton, the Wild West Park Hill, poor pitch man Now Borne jungle nils one more game, hit
poor You?re a dad three times over and you?re only twenty-four The Christians on the radio, they act like you?re scum Self-righteous condescending bastards, each and every one
's the one who tried to cheese He's Mister White Key's I feel sorry for the guy I laugh when I see his stick All that poor bastard wanted Was to make
Must have pressed it with his feet Landlord over here! Where's the bloody man? One more for the road! Thenardier, one more slug o' gin. Just one more,
, of wine, women and wands worth fame Said, "I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed" I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me
this song tonight about the one last... You see what they did was there was one man, he was one of these men, his name will always be remembered, his
hatred rising which is exactly what they need But what about the people's needs Will they be unfulfilled Ane what of those who speak out? Will those
fit He's the one who tried the cheese He's Mr. White Keys I feel sorry for the guy I laugh when I see his shtick All that poor bastard wanted Was to
me A million ReFugees with unlimited warranties Black Ceasar, dating top skeezers Diplomatic legalese, no time for a Visa They just begun, I'ma shoot them one by one
these 20 acrobatic tricks in a row, one, two, three, four, five... Splits, spread eagles, back flips, flip flops, one right after the other. Well, this one
way and Those bastard doctors are gonna pay I'm so lonely without baby's love I want you to know I'd die for one more moment I'm just a poor girl afraid
No one ever knew she was so sad Cause even though she gets so high And thinks that she can fly She will fall out of the sky But in the face
your status You lied about your life You never mentioned your three children And the fact you have a wife Now it's england 2 colombia 0 And I know just how those
Skinhead Roots Reggae Rock & Roll on parole He said I don't wanna be poor no fucking more Big Jay's got no problem unless you wanna start one I suggest
all along! Take this superstitious city, add one little Jew from Brooklyn Plus a college education and a mousy little wife, And big news! Real big news! That poor
ways, keeping other countries poor. "Monkey see, Monkey do" I wonder what those fucking monkeys saw. Keep rethinking the still-frames in your mind, and guarantee they will
