John Mayer Lyrics
John Mayer Lyrics
"83 Lyrics"
Seminole Bingo Lyrics
written by Warren Zevon and Carl Hiaasen c. 1995 Zevon Music BMI I'm a junk bond king And I'm on the run Me and a friend of mine We were headed for the sunshine I got my hands on the
written by Warren Zevon and Carl Hiaasen c. 1995 Zevon Music BMI I'm a junk bond king And I'm on the run Me and a friend of mine We were headed for the sunshine I got my hands on the
I've these dreams of
Walking home
Home where it used to be
And everything is
As it was
Frozen in front of me
Here I stand
6 feet small
romanticizing years ago
but it's a bitter sweet feeling hearing
"Wrapped Around Your Finger" on the radio
and these days
I wish I was 6 again
Oh make me a red cape
I wanna be Superman
Oh, if only my life was more like 1
Temple Of The Dead Lyrics
A hymn for the praise of the setting sun In ancient Egypt my home Child of Horus catch the morning star To the Elysian fields we will go The god at the top of the staircase The usurper that weig
983A hymn for the praise of the setting sun In ancient Egypt my home Child of Horus catch the morning star To the Elysian fields we will go The god at the top of the staircase The usurper that weig
all these things would be more like they
were at the start of me
had it made in 83
thinking bout my brother Ben
I miss him every day
He looks just like his brother John
But on an 18 month delay
Here I stand
6 feet small
and smiling cause I'm scared as hell
kind of like my life is like a sequel to a movie
where the actor's names have changed
oh well
well these days
Wake up Monday nothing new Weekend has caught up with you Lie in bed hold your head Pray to god you ain't dead Alarm clock rings out like a bell Start this day a living hell Take a breath and wha
Oh make me a red cape
I wanna be Superman
Oh, if only my life was more like 1983
all these things would be more like they
were at the start of me
If my life was more like 1983
plot a course to the source of the
purest little part of me
and most my memories
have escaped me
or confused themselves with dreams
if heaven's all we want it to be
send your prayers
Leff Field Lyrics
Smoke a square and then prepare yourself Monoxide, Monox-boogie, Mo-Diddy, Mo-Something Smoke something, smoke a square, smoke a square bitch Me and Violent, Me and Violent J I'm the wickedest of wic
to meSmoke a square and then prepare yourself Monoxide, Monox-boogie, Mo-Diddy, Mo-Something Smoke something, smoke a square, smoke a square bitch Me and Violent, Me and Violent J I'm the wickedest of wic
care of 1983
you can paint that house a rainbow of colors
rip out the floorboards
replace the shutters but
that's my plastic in the dirt
whatever happened to my
whatever happened to my
whatever happened to my lunchbox
when came the day that it got
thrown away and don't you think I should have had some say
in that decision
If only my life (repeated till fade)