The Band Lyrics
The Band Lyrics
"Yea! Heavy and a Bottle of Bread Lyrics"
My Boss Sucks Lyrics
Because I started off summer on the right foot Being lazy everyday Cause I had to find a job To pass those lonesome summer days Found this job on the Internet Hoping it would be c
Because I started off summer on the right foot Being lazy everyday Cause I had to find a job To pass those lonesome summer days Found this job on the Internet Hoping it would be c
Capo 6th fret (sounding key Eb major)
The only difference between the two takes (apart from minor lyric
changes) is that in the officially released version the G is embellished
by a G6 (320000) first.
A
A G6
G
Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus.
A G6
G
The poor
War on War Lyrics
It's a war on war It's a war on war It's a war on war It's a war on war It's a war on war It's a war on war It's a war on war There's a war on You're gonna lose You hav
little chauffeur, though, she was back in bedIt's a war on war It's a war on war It's a war on war It's a war on war It's a war on war It's a war on war It's a war on war There's a war on You're gonna lose You hav
A G6 G
On the very next day, with a nose full of pus.
A G6 G
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
A G6 G
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
A G6 G
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
It's a one-track town, just brown,
Ancient Voice Lyrics
[Aguzzi, Valdambrini] You... You are falling in my pages... in my stories Memories from life? Sentenced from God, refused from death Because I'm... the eternal sinner!
and a breeze, too,[Aguzzi, Valdambrini] You... You are falling in my pages... in my stories Memories from life? Sentenced from God, refused from death Because I'm... the eternal sinner!
Pack up the meat, sweet, we're headin' out
For Wichita in a pile of fruit.
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Now, pull that drummer out from behind that bottle.
Bring me my pipe, we're gonna shake it.
Slap that drummer with a pie that smells.
Take
S.I.D.S. Lyrics
Why I seem to tear apart the loss of words instead of youth.A painted picture seems to go down. Its true,I've been there, a time or two.I've been there, its sad, but C'est la vie, without my three piece family. Its
me down to California, babyWhy I seem to tear apart the loss of words instead of youth.A painted picture seems to go down. Its true,I've been there, a time or two.I've been there, its sad, but C'est la vie, without my three piece family. Its
Take me down to California, baby
Take me down to California, baby
Yes, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus.
The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
On the very next day, with a nose full of pus.
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
G A
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread