Shine On
Floyd Pink lyrics
Floyd Pink lyrics
"Pigs (Three Different Ones) Lyrics"
Heaven-Con Lyrics
There's a Hilton in the sky For all the good fen when they die The elevators never stick The banquets don't ser
There's a Hilton in the sky For all the good fen when they die The elevators never stick The banquets don't ser
Big man, pig man, ha ha, charade you are
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha, charade you are
And when your hand is on your heart
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost a joker
With your head down in the pig bin
Saying "keep on digging"
Pig stain on your fat chin
What do you hope to
Best to Believe Lyrics
it's 3 o'clock in the morning and we're still here and everybody has been talking about what went down this year, Annabelle Annabelle, I w
find?it's 3 o'clock in the morning and we're still here and everybody has been talking about what went down this year, Annabelle Annabelle, I w
When you're down in the pig mine
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.
Bus stop rat bag, ha ha, charade you are
You fucked up old hag, ha ha, charade you are
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost worth a q
Tomorrow Lyrics
To all that came before me To all that left their mark To all that tried and failed so To all that now are gone I see myself in
ick grinTo all that came before me To all that left their mark To all that tried and failed so To all that now are gone I see myself in
You like the feel of steel
You're hot stuff with a hat pin
And good fun with a hand gun
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.
Hey you Whitehouse, ha ha, charade you are
You house proud town mouse, ha ha, charade you are
You're trying to ke
Down On The Corner Lyrics
Early on the evening, just about suppertime Over by the courthouse, they're startin' to unwind Poor kids on the corner tryin' to bring you up<
p our feelings off the streetEarly on the evening, just about suppertime Over by the courthouse, they're startin' to unwind Poor kids on the corner tryin' to bring you up<
You're nearly a real treat
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?
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You gotta stem the evil tide
And keep it all on the inside
Mary you're nearly a treat
Mary you're nearly a treat
But you're really a cry.