you're walking through the forests where they feed the trees broken glass. john lennon and the rolling stones crooning in plastic bags. spit shine
doesn't get them He's fine that his mates have tattoos But he think's they'll regret them He likes going to pubs, but he hates it when the musics too
a punk, so you better not knock her Tamara is a punk, she's a real punk rocker Tamara is a punk and I wish she was my girl I've been in Rolling Stone
t do them, He's fine that his mates have tattoos, But he reckon's they'll rue them, He likes going to pubs, But he hates it when the music's too loud,
can dance through the night Rock n roll music itching to fight Makin love drunk or stoned Lookin for dollars Get broken-boned It's a game too tough to
is a punk, so you better not knock her Tamara is a punk, she's a real punk rocker Tamara is a punk and I wish she was my girl I've been in Rolling Stone
when i was sleepin on the train sleepin on meserole ave out in the rain without even a single slice of pizza to my name too proud to beg for change mastering
too great. I won a whole lot of Bob Dylan imitation contests, though -- huh [DYLAN IMITATION] Yeah, times were a-changin', You brought it all home -- "Blonde On Blonde", "Like a Rolling Stone
(I wish!) - you Would (you Would!) I ride (I ride!) - stay strapped (stay strapped!) - I box (I box!) - I roll (I roll!) And-if-we-get-into-then-I-won
nigga) Get it together (get it togheter) I ain't goin nowhere (nowhere) O. Trice (O. Trice) [Verse 1] Niggaz wanna kill me, till a nigga stoned Wanna
I'm hood, I should, escape project life Run with my rifle, live in the woods Grow a rugged beard, and chill, poppa real Poppa eat, poppa a rolling stone
had gone to sleep. Newt knew too much to be stopped by so small a problem "You can take him in your pouch." But alas, Hare was much too big to fit