It's not a bird Oh what have you heard? This is a flying man This is a man who flies This is a flying man This is a flying mad, mad, mad man Man
번역: 침목. 푸어 플라잉 맨.
the only time in my life I ever think about wishing I'd been a man But you know that only means one thing If I'd have been a man, I'd be somewhere right
office My face begin to metamorphous, I go from gorgeous Into a fucking tyrannosaurus, scenery is now prehistoric I'm kicking deadly rhymes with no chorus Lyrics hovers like flying
of things Something grinning at me and I wanted to know, was it funny? Was it so funny it followed me down the street Greeting everybody like the good humor man
a long-hot summer's day Yes, you are You're the words I'm planning Five part Chekhov play You make a rich man poor And make a blind man see again You
I think for the most part, our generation is filled with a bunch of fucking cowards. And I say that man because, we beef amongst each other. We kill and
Hell is rising. You're a.... Dead man...Walking Dead man...old man Dead man...Dead man walking Impure-cheap whore no cure-endure what for-unsure piss poor
a dollar bill Used to be a limber chicken, times a been a ticking Now she's finger licking to the man With the money in his pocket, flying in his rocket
As I'm watching the world turn, I go nuts, get sick to my stomach and throw up, this that flow up, economy slow up, poor people die while the rich get
The foreman says, "It cuts man-power by fifteen" Yeah but that ain't natural, well so old Clay would say You see he's a horse-drawn man until his dying
just one, one more poor hungry man I'm just one, one more poor hungry man Yes, I'm just one more poor hungry man I'm just one, one more poor hungry man
Birds from Heathrow fill the Night with people flying to escape Friday comforts me and says, it's pay day Cast away on a desert island Me and poor
Open your arms to the lonely shine Lonesome as gold in the poor man's smile You see how the moon is full, follow the push and pull Follow the ebb and
and John Moering (Lyrics) I was poor and lonely Till I met the only Man that ever moved my heart He is such a nice man And he is wise man For the told
XL six or seven fo' pound Suede seats is hot but Italian leather is better And with camera's in the mirror nigga cars costs cheddar I'm on first class flights with flying
lyrics in the songs that we sing (Hard 2 Understand Talking) (chorus x2) And what about my poor brother's death ?? and snakes and spiders and giant space man
thugs, the barking slugs, super smugs For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out Yes, these Christian soldiers fight to protect the poor
