These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes These girls fall like dominoes
Psst, hey, I bet you Thought the record was over, didn't you? Put one in there like you did For me last time, my country ass Come on Meet me in the boy
Hail to the king, high on the throne Who the hell is this? Answer the phone Turn his ass back around, close my door Get the hell up outta here, leave
She kills, with foreign films The emptiness of day to day And I wait until the weekend comes So I can clear this uselessness from my brain I count the
Blinded by the vision I turn and face my back to the wall 'Cause I'm locked up in a rhythm The prism of a big glitter ball Wrapped around your finger
In America, you get food to eat Won't have to run through the jungle and scuff up your feet You just sing about Jesus, drink wine all day It's great to
Next Sunday, darling is my birthday A day that should be free from care Best wishes and congratulations But only sorrow fills the air While friends are
(a) next sunday darlin' is my birth -(e7) day, A day that should be free from (a) care, Best wishes and con - grat - u - (e7) la - tions, But only sorrow
Flatfoot Sam bought an automobile No money down, it was a real good deal Didn't wanna work, just ride around town Finance company put his feets on the
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, men have named you You're so like the lady with the mystic smile Is it only 'cause you're lonely they have blamed you? For that
I pity the poor immigrant Who wishes he would've stayed home Who uses all his power to do evil But in the end is always left so alone That man whom with
I've been having bad dreams A mother couldn't find her milk Five days from Melbourne I didn't feel too good myself Wool in the hold, a blaze in the sky
What's going on Oh, mother, mother There's too many of you crying Oh, brother, brother,brother There's for too many of you dying (too many dying) You
Running around like your front page news Lonely eyes and your motorcycle boots Tattooed heart and your jet black hair Running 'round like you don't care
Well, I took a walk down under the street Never thought that I'd see the day I would meet Came and whispered in my ear But I tried to pretend that I didn
Got a story to tell, now listen up real well Pay attention this way to what I've got to say Took it to the street, rap to the people we meet Now we're
El Domingo tuvo un esclavo Lunes tambien lo tuvo El Domingo tuvo un esclavo Lunes tambien lo tuvo Nuestros sufrimientos son incontables Nuestros placeres
It's crawling Still all in Befallen Cruel sun In summer Oh slumber My number Is up There's peaches In reaches With leeches At heart I'm thinkin' And