before the devil's brigade Headed down a dead end road with the devil's brigade You're being led astray Listen three four The crew will not rest until your life's
shore But the country, now it is calling us And we must hasten fore So here's to the stars and stripes, me boys And to Ireland's lovely shore And here's
when things are back on track I sabotage myself These are all certain telltale Signs of my decaying mental health Nobody's home Nobody's home Nobody's
choice we'll know You're always running out of wind and you keep saying it's the end You're always running out of wind and you keep saying it's the end
Searching for the best break the black forties could afford them Came these ever proud, world renowned, rowdy, roving men With a firmness and a purpose
take cover It's a pipebomb on Lansdowne Everybody's running out, bodies hit the ground You'd better take cover It's a pipebomb on Lansdowne Street There's
Cowboys and coppers verse Injuns and robbers Take a guess for which side I was prone Maniacal pleasures and a taste for misfortune The legacy for which
've seen men give their lives And heard the stories that they tell of How they labored for this company which sold it's soul to hell Who's gonna save
normal life, and I find it gets harder every time. So he aimed the shotgun into the blue, placed his face in between the two, and sighed: Here's to
that's bitin' like he Dracula You see what happens to all of these fake rhyme fashioners I bring disaster to niggas that's claimin' they done mastered the Art, who's
black and white, it's brown On and on your life drags on and every day's the same (Chorus:) It's a long way to paradise from here It's a long way to
see the band Baby's gonna be a big one, oh yeah Baby's gonna be a big one When you see the lights And we hear the fights It's gonna be a stunner I've
up now Only thing that's on my mind Is who's gonna run this town tonight Hey, hey Hey, hey (Is who's gonna run this town tonight) It's crazy how you
waitin' for Let's do it, do it, do it This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration Come on, shake ya ass Come on, watch yourself Okay, I'm the man Let's
face Blowin' that Obama Ridin' round with that Llama Solid gold's my Uzi Free my n-gga Lil Boosie 'cause it's Same old shit, just a different day Out here
When Megan Blanchard is around He told himself last year that when springtime was here He would suddenly appear at Meg's door He'd rent a mariachi band
? Yo, PMRC, here we go, raw Yo, Tip, what's the matter? You ain't getting no dick? You're bitching about rock 'n' roll That's censorship, dumb bitch
man, I like how it's goin' down You got the fly cars, the girls, the jewels Look at that ring right there I know it's real, it's gotta be real Man,