Shawn Mullins Lyrics
Shawn Mullins Lyrics
"Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down Lyrics"
Terrorist Lyrics
BOBBY!! Bobby Bobby Bobby, word up Digital, Digital Terrorist shit, terrorist shit, come and get a hold of it Tune of the Black Knight, Killarm, Killarm, Killarm [Dom Pachino/P.R. Terrorist]
well I woke up Sunday morning
with no way to hold my head
that didn't hurt
and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't
bad so I had one more for dessert
then I fumbled through my closet
for my clothes
and found my cleanest dirty shirt
and I shaved my face
and combed my hair
and stumbled down the stairs
to meet the day
i'd smoked my brain the night before
with cigar
that I've been pickin'
but I lit my first and watched a small kid
cussin' at a can that he was kickin
then I crossed the empty street and
caught the sunday smell
of someone fryin chicken
and it took me back to something
that I'd lost somehow
somewhere along the way
on the sunday morning sidewalk
wishing lord that I was stoned
cause there's something
that makes a body feel alone
and there's nothing short of dying
half as lonesome as the sound
on the sleeping city sidewalk
sunday morning coming down
in the park I saw a daddy
with a laughing little girl
he was swingin
and I stopped beside the Sunday school
and listened to the song
that they were singing
then I headed back for home
and somewhere fa
a lonely bell was ringing
and it echoed thru the canyon like
the disappearing dreams of yesterday
on the sunday morning sidewalk
wishing lord that I was stoned
cause therels something in a sunday
that makes a body feel alone
and there's nothing short of dying
half as lonesome as the sound
on the sleeping city sidewalk
sunday morning coming down
BOBBY!! Bobby Bobby Bobby, word up Digital, Digital Terrorist shit, terrorist shit, come and get a hold of it Tune of the Black Knight, Killarm, Killarm, Killarm [Dom Pachino/P.R. Terrorist]
well I woke up Sunday morning
with no way to hold my head
that didn't hurt
and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't
bad so I had one more for dessert
then I fumbled through my closet
for my clothes
and found my cleanest dirty shirt
and I shaved my face
and combed my hair
and stumbled down the stairs
to meet the day
i'd smoked my brain the night before
with cigar
Party at My House Lyrics
(Daz) Well...this is the party where the people get hardy where the party never just don't stop. So just clap your hands and stomp your feet, and make your body rock. Well....I'm D-A-Z, the M
ettes and songs (Daz) Well...this is the party where the people get hardy where the party never just don't stop. So just clap your hands and stomp your feet, and make your body rock. Well....I'm D-A-Z, the M
that I've been pickin'
but I lit my first and watched a small kid
cussin' at a can that he was kickin
then I crossed the empty street and
caught the sunday smell
of someone fryin chicken
and it took me back to something
that I'd lost somehow
somewhere along the way
on the sunday morning sidewalk
wishing lord that I was stoned
cause there's something
The End Of Medicine Lyrics
The angel cries "you bastard!" as we analyze the accent, so look out, you rock'n'rollers. Over forty million served and that's a record for the master, it stood forever after. So are we, are we, are we
in a sunday The angel cries "you bastard!" as we analyze the accent, so look out, you rock'n'rollers. Over forty million served and that's a record for the master, it stood forever after. So are we, are we, are we
that makes a body feel alone
and there's nothing short of dying
half as lonesome as the sound
on the sleeping city sidewalk
sunday morning coming down
in the park I saw a daddy
with a laughing little girl
he was swingin
and I stopped beside the Sunday school
and listened to the song
that they were singing
then I headed back for home
and somewhere fa
Visions Of Paradise Lyrics
Don't tell me when Something is beautiful And don't tell me how to Talk to my friends Just tell me the names of The stars in the sky What's your favourite song Tell me the names of th
r away Don't tell me when Something is beautiful And don't tell me how to Talk to my friends Just tell me the names of The stars in the sky What's your favourite song Tell me the names of th
a lonely bell was ringing
and it echoed thru the canyon like
the disappearing dreams of yesterday
on the sunday morning sidewalk
wishing lord that I was stoned
cause therels something in a sunday
that makes a body feel alone
and there's nothing short of dying
half as lonesome as the sound
on the sleeping city sidewalk
sunday morning coming down