Ian Hunter lyrics
Ian Hunter lyrics
"Death 'n' Glory Boys Lyrics"
Pictures of Purple People Lyrics
I saw this mirror, I looked through it Reflections looked most better than all Cared too much, hating hatred Seeing things def
I saw this mirror, I looked through it Reflections looked most better than all Cared too much, hating hatred Seeing things def
(Ian Hunter)
Get your son - young 'n' dumb
Give him a gun - make him run
Hot stuff - on a Saturday night
Wait a minute - this ain't right
It's that same old story
Talkin' 'bout the death 'n' glory boys
When your head is on the scaffold
'N' your ass
Thinking Blues Lyrics
Did you ever sit thinking with a thousand things on your mind? Did you ever sit thinking with a thousand things on your mind? Thinking abo
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You gotta give it that old religion
One mo' time
Get the death 'n' glory boys
Midnight - no light
Cool sand - like mud in my hands
Got this feelin' - in my hair
What's that movin' - I ain't a scared
It's that same old story
Freak out wi
The Steward Of Gondor (From Return Of The King) Lyrics
(Music plays for a while) Home is behind, the world ahead. And there are many paths to tread. Through shadow, to the edge
h the death 'n' glory boys(Music plays for a while) Home is behind, the world ahead. And there are many paths to tread. Through shadow, to the edge
When it's down to stealing apples
'N' you been doin' time
They can buy the hero in you
For a dime
You're a death 'n' glory boy
You'd better pack up your troubles
In your old kit bag
Say goodbye to your mother
She's the only friend y
Shorty (Put It On The Floor) Lyrics
(feat. Nick Cannon, Chingy, Fat Joe) [Intro] New York, Put it on the flo. New York, Put it on the flo. (What!)
u have(feat. Nick Cannon, Chingy, Fat Joe) [Intro] New York, Put it on the flo. New York, Put it on the flo. (What!)
Long live the leaders
Long may they reign
May they live long enough
To feel every single pain
They don't care about the widows
They don't give no reasons why
They just keep on making medals
You can buy
From the death 'n' glory boys