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War Pigs
Generals gathered in their meetings.
Just like witches in black masses. Evil minds that plot destruction. Death and hatred to mankind. Poisoning their brainwashed minds. Politicians hide themselves away. They only started the war. Why should they go out to fight. They leave that role to the poor. Time will tell on their power minds. Making war just for fun. Treating people just like pawns in chess. Wait till their judgement day comes. Now in darkness, world stops turning,as you hear the bodies burning. Day of judgement, God is calling. On their knees the war pigs crawling. Begging mercy for their sins. Satan laughing, spreads his wings...........
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CHILCUTT~ The secret to a long life. Is knowing when it is time to leave. |
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Well, come on all you big strong men
Uncle Sam needs your help again.... |
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My Mommy said not to put Beans in my Ears
Beans in my Ears Beans in my Ears My Mommy said not to put Beans in my Ears Beans... In... my Ears... |
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Machine gun
Tearing my body all apart. Evil man make me kill ya Evil man make you kill me Even though we're only families apart. Well I pick up my axe and fight like a farmer And you're bulletts keep knocking me down I pick up my axe and fight like a farmer But you still blast me down to the ground. The same way you shoot me down You'll be going just the same With three times the pain. And your own self to blame. I aint afraid of your mess no more I aint afraid no more After awhile your cheap talk dont even cause me pain So let your bullets fly like rain..........
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CHILCUTT~ The secret to a long life. Is knowing when it is time to leave. |
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As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain
I take a look at my wife and realize she's very plain But that's just perfect for an Amish like me You know, I shun fancy things like electricity At 4:30 in the mornin' I'm milkin' cows Jebediah feeds the chickens and Jacob plows... fool And I've been milkin' and plowin' so long that Even Ezekiel thinks that my mind is gone I'm a man of the land, I'm into discipline Got a Bible in my hand and a beard on my chin But if I finish all of my chores and you finish thine Then tonight we're gonna party like it's 1699 We been spendin' most our lives Livin' in an Amish paradise I've churned butter once or twice Livin' in an Amish paradise It's hard work and sacrifice Livin' in an Amish paradise We sell quilts at discount price Livin' in an Amish paradise A local boy kicked me in the butt last week I just smiled at him and turned the other cheek I really don't care, in fact I wish him well 'Cause I'll be laughin' my head off when he's burnin' in hell But I ain't never punched a tourist even if he deserved it An Amish with a 'tude? You know that's unheard of I never wear buttons but I got a cool hat And my homies agree, I really look good in black...fool If you come to visit, you'll be bored to tears We haven't even paid the phone bill in 300 years But we ain't really quaint, so please don't point and stare We're just technologically impaired There's no phone, no lights, no motorcar Not a single luxury Like Robinson Crusoe It's as primitive as can be We been spendin' most our lives Livin' in an Amish paradise We're just plain and simple guys Livin' in an Amish paradise There's no time for sin and vice Livin' in an Amish paradise We don't fight, we all play nice Livin' in an Amish paradise Hitchin' up the buggy, churnin' lots of butter Raised a barn on Monday, soon I'll raise anutter Think you're really righteous? Think you're pure in heart? Well, I know I'm a million times as humble as thou art I'm the pious guy the little Amlettes wanna be like On my knees day and night scorin' points for the aftalife So don't be vain and don't be whiny Or else, my brother, I might have to get medieval on your heinie We been spendin' most our lives Livin' in an Amish paradise We're all crazy Mennonites Livin' in an Amish paradise There's no cops or traffic lights Livin' in an Amish paradise But you'd probably think it bites Livin' in an Amish paradise
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85,000 miles Meet on the level, leave on the square. Great words to live by Were we directed from Washington when to sow and when to reap, we should soon want bread. - Thomas Jefferson: Autobiography, 1821.
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They took the whole Indian nation
put us on this resevation took away our way of life tomahawk and the prairie-knife. Took away our native tongue Taught their English to our young and all the beads we made by hand are nowadays made in Japan. Cherokee people Cherokee tribe so proud you lived so proud you'll die. They took the whole Indian nation [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/indian-reservation-lyrics-don-fardon.html ] put us on this reservation brick built houses by the score won't need tepees anymore. Although they've changed our ways of old they'll never change our heart and soul and suddenly when the world has learned Cherokee Indian will return. Will return Or: They took the whole Cherokee nation Put us on this reservation Took away our ways of life The tomahawk and the bow and knife Took away our native tongue And taught their English to our young And all the beads we made by hand Are nowadays made in Japan Cherokee people, Cherokee tribe So proud to live, so proud to die They took the whole Indian nation Locked us on this reservation Though I wear a shirt and tie I'm still part redman deep inside Cherokee people, Cherokee tribe So proud to live, so proud to die But maybe someday when they learn Cherokee nation will return, will return, will return, will return, will retur |
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Imams gathered in their meetings.
Just like witches in black masses. Evil minds that plot destruction. Death and hatred to mankind. Poisoning their brainwashed minds. Sultans hide themselves away. They only started the war. Why should they go out to fight. They leave that role to the poor. Time will tell on their power minds. Making war just for fun. Treating people just like pawns in chess. Wait till their judgement day comes. Now in darkness, world stops turning,as you hear the bodies burning. Day of judgement, Allah is calling. On their knees the war pigs crawling. Begging mercy for their sins. Cheney laughing, spreads his wings Fix it for you. Tom |
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Goin' home, late last night
Suddenly I got a fright Yeah I looked through a window and surprised what I saw A fairy with boots and dancin' with a dwarf, All right now! Yeah, fairies wear boots and you gotta believe me Yeah I saw it, I saw it, I tell you no lies Yeah Fairies wear boots and you gotta believe me I saw it, I saw it with my own two eyes, Oh all right now! Yeah, fairies wear boots and you gotta believe me Yeah I saw it, I saw it, I tell you no lies Yeah Fairies wear boots and you gotta believe me I saw it, I saw it with my own two eyes, All right now! So I went to the doctor See what he could give me He said "Son, son, you've gone too far. 'Cause smokin' and trippin' is all that you do." |
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By: Jimmy Buffett
1974 I remember the smell of the creosote plant When we'd have to eat on Easter with my crazy old uncle and aunt They lived in a big house, antebellum style (antebellum) And the winds would blow across the old bayou And I was a tranquil little child Chorus: Life was just a tire swing 'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken And I never knew a thing about pain Life was just a tire swing In a few summers my folks packed me off to camp Yeah me and my cousin' Baxter in our pup tent with a lamp And in a few days Baxter went home and he left me by myself But I knew that I'd stay, it was better that way And I could get along without any help Chorus: Life was just a tire swing 'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing Chasin' after sparrows with rubber-tipped arrows Knowin' I could never hurt a thing Life was just a tire swing (tire swing) And I never been west of New Orleans or east of Pensacola My only contact with the outside world was an RCA Victrola And Elvis would sing and then I'd dream about expensive cars And who would've figured twenty years later I'd be rubbin' shoulders with the stars Life was just a tire swing Then the other mornin' on some Illinois road I fell asleep at the wheel But was quickly wakened up by a 'Ma Bell' telephone pole And a bunch of Grant Wood faces screamin' "Is he still alive?" Through the window I could see it hangin' from a tree And I knew that I had survived And life is still a tire swing 'Jambalaya' is the best song I can sing Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken But I finally learned a lot about pain Life is just a tire swing (tire swing) Life was just a tire swing (tire swing) Life was just a tire swing (tire swing) Life was just a tire swing (tire swing) |
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