Oh, tell the tale of the wicked soldier Oh, tell the tale of the wicked man Oh, tell the tale of the wicked soldier Oh, tell the tale of the wicked man
[Verse 1 - Young Chris] Lil' niggaz envying chris. i gotta load up and empty them clips. tell them pussies to back up. Tommy G's difference from Back
rain on my parade Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade
't you follow me down to the rose parade? Won't you follow me down to the rose parade? Won't you follow me down to the rose parade? Trumpet has obviously
own The dreams that I've grown I won't control and throw away I need to make the decisions I need to make it right I need to lead the parade Or this
Today's the Macy's Day parade The night of the living dead is on it's way With a credit report for duty call It's a lifetime guarantee Stuffed in a coffin
awake To lay them all away Here comes your parade To turn the world for you Here comes your parade Down all the miles for you Here comes your parade
speak and we sing the way that you do And showed you our hospitality on parade But now we are we, we're no longer you Tara to that hospitality on parade
They will show me what I want to see we will watch without grief we stay one step ahead of relief you tell me we've been praying for a bright and clever
Street Parade 3:12 Trk 5 (Earl King Johnson) Earl King Arr. horns - Allen Toussaint (& tambourine) Engnr- Cosimo Matassa, Jazz City
your fate? Hold me now as the car lights fade And we are dancing in the glass parade Dancing in the glass parade We are dancing in the glass parade
mere in the shade Leaning on the day's parade Leaning on the day's parade Leaning on the day's parade Leaning on the day's parade
it back and said "hey pops, c'mon down we're having a parade, c'mon down we're having a parade, c'mon down we're having a parade, woohoo! hey!!!"
wrote Not one of my pluses did he portray Those lyrics stuck right down my throat I never hit, it never hit my hit parade, my hit parade, my hit parade
my parade Don't tell me not to fly I've simply got to If someone takes a spill It's me and not you Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade
We've never fell over, yet there's more worry than cheer I've got someone that loves me today She's not in the future, she's my morning parade Hey, hey
's arc She came hoppin' she came dancin' Near the head of the parade Twirling an umbrella And singing about the rain I saw her in the Macnas Parade