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TORI AMOS lyrics - Unrepentant Geraldines

Dixie

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Grab your coat And those things Without any fingers The peach ones That keeps you warm In the southern winter Off I go, window shopping with my mum We’ll go whistling Dixie down the lane So who cares our purse is almost empty I’m the richest girl in Dixie land Look away Look again She is still Holding my hand Holding my hand Grab your coat The cloudy blue one With the stripy buttons That keeps you warm In the southern winter Off I go, window shopping with my mum We’ll go whistling Dixie down the lane So who cares our purse is almost empty I’m the richest girl in Dixie land Look away Look again She is still Holding my hand Holding my hand Look away Look again She is still Holding my hand Holding my hand

With His Pants In His Hands

JERRY REED "Rides Again"
With his pants in his hand Out the window down the alley He's travelled mountains and valleys With his pants in his hand Ole Boston town so sincere Beautiful girl young musketeer Then comes along ole Paul Revere Says hey the redcoats are here So with his pants in his hand and his shoes Out the window down the alley and his shirt He's travelled mountains and valleys and human dale With his pants in his hand I love it When she invited him inside Well how was he supposed to know she was a bride Then her husband knocked that frontdoor down And you outta seen him buggie out of town When every opportunity knocks Well he plays it slyer than a box Well bout the time he gets right down to his sock He hears a key in the front door lock So with his pants in his hand... Sweet land of liberty he craves Land of the free and the home of the brave But when his hide he needs to save That boy ain't gonna turn around to wave Right down through history he runs Dodgin' an arrow and a gun And no matter what the people have to say He'll live to love another day Yes with his trousers in his hand honey He couldn't take the elevator Don't step on the dog son And look out for that clothesline Boogity boogity boogity around them garbage cans

Red Right Hand

ARCTIC MONKEYS
Take a little walk to the edge of town And go across the tracks Where the viaduct looms Like a bird of doom As it shifts and cracks Where secrets lie in the border fires And the humming wires Well you know you're never coming back Past the square past the bridge Past the mills past the stacks On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man In a dusty black coat with a red right hand He'll wrap you in his arms And tell you that you've been a good boy He'll rekindle all of those dreams It took you a lifetime to destroy He'll reach deep into the hole Heal your shrinking soul And there won't be a single thing That you can do He's a god, he's a man He's a ghost, he's a guru They're whispering his name Across this disappearing land But hidden in his coat Is a red right hand You don't have no money He'll get you some If you haven't got no car He'll get you one You've got no self respect You feel like an insect Well don't you worry buddy Cause here he comes Through the ghetto and the barrio And the bowery and the slums A shadow is cast wherever he stands Stacks of green paper in his red right hand You'll see him in your nightmares You'll see him in your dreams He'll appear out of nowhere But he's not what he seems You'll see him in your head and on the TV screen Hey buddy, I'm warning you to turn it off He's a ghost, he's a god He's a man, he's a guru You're one microscopic cog In his catastrophic plan Designed and directed by His red right hand

Pick Up The Mic

JME "Blam!"
It's Jme, the grime scene dweller The Online mp3 seller The 100% true lyric teller Hand on the bible spit accapella I need listeners, you need a smeller Cause your music stinks Bite my flow, catch salmonella Or get beat box like killa kella Pub man ting, widda Stella Left hook, top lip sweller Wobbly tooth, bare Bonjela My wallet is a cheese sandwich First I put in the bread And top o dat I put cheddar And top o dat we're OGs Don't beleive me ask Mela It's Jme the grime ambassador The badboy mp3 trafficker If you spit acid, I spit Acider U get popped like pringles paprika U won't spray man your a panicker Can't chase my status with no stamina U get a texas chainsaw Massacre Modern Warfare silenced Raffica No chaps no chain no manager Somehow Still you're not in my caliber My lyrics are so detailed asif I made them with a lens and an aperture Proffesional not amateur Cause I work all night like Dracula If two of my Friends argue I'm On both sides like the a's in Africa Go home, look in the mirror Realise no ones scared You tried to diss me, no one cared When you came radio, no or tared You're not hench, you're not bad You just screw up your face all weird Tryna get hype off me you get air Tryna get hype... you get air! You jumped out the whip, No one ran Nobody cares what you got in your hand Nobody cares what you got in your jeans I'll slap you so hard I'll crack your phone screen, YO Don't bring war to the king Don't tell me about draw for The ting, YO Right about now, you're heads so big You get charged more for you're trim, SAFE!

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