will be sailors no more I will be here forever Till the river runs into the sea I will always be silent And hold my head up Till we will be sailors
Little mama From Japan Sent by her Masters To a foreign land "Go out with the sailors Hang 'round the dock Get out of the way When the bombs start
'm supposed to have open invitations To classy country clubs all across the nation Yes I'm supposed to have jewelry and diamonds And a fifty foot yacht I can sail
peeling, ain't no sailing Move little homey, see the O.G. leaning {LL, I keep birdies fiending} What you hating for? (What you want?) {big faces, the
And I lived the free life of the rover. From the Murray's green banks, to the dusty outback While I waltzed my Matilda all over. Then in 1915, my country
I'm sitting in my bedroom overlooking Findhorn Bay Cluny Hill ion the distance summer on the way Blue skies and sailing boats like a picture in a book
I'm sitting in my bedroom Overlooking Findhorn Bay Cluny Hill in the distance Summer on the way Blue skies and sailing boats Like a picture in a book
THE MIDDAY SKY WAS GREY AND PURPLE AT LEAST IT WASN'T BLUE FOR I HAVE BEEN A LOST AND LONELY AND WHAT I DO I WANT THE SKY TO BE THE WAY I AM SAILOR ON
and the customs man knew They looked so lean and wired the controller asked why Well desperate men need a desperate kind of sky One of them was a sailor
will be blood among the corn And heroes in the hills But there is more to come my boy Before you've had your fill Men will come and rope the sail As
Rosie Pearl is a big blond girl And she sails around like a steamboat Takes her time and her eyes They shine for Tom Hey there Tom Cat Where've you been
would robbers go? And what if I told you to Fxxk Off? What if there's no army to stop a big invasion? Who'd clean the bogs and sweep the floors? We
aweigh! Sail on to victory and sing their bones to Davy Jones, hooray! Marines- From the halls of Montezuma, to the shores of Tripoli; we fight our country
Picture me being crack Oh, you go You can sniff me, cut me ill turn you to a junkie I'm the nr. 1 cellar in the whole fucking country Wallstreet niggaz
and I lived the free life of a rover From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback, well, I waltzed my Matilda all over. Then in 1915, my country
Now that your big eyes have finally opened Now that you're wondering how must they feel Meaning them that you've chased across America's movie screens
pack And I lived the free life of the rover From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback I waltzed my Matilda all over Then in 1915 my country
See my day's work done So, I swung an axe as a timberjack and I worked the Quebec mines And on the golden prairie I rode the big combines I sailed the
