Uncle Fish & The Crypt Creepers
Fish lyrics
Fish lyrics
"Lucky Lyrics"
Ballad of Worms Lyrics
[Woman singing x4] I'm feeling down, touch me What kind of God is this? Gave me the hottest bitch Then took the life from her chest and left a pile of shit
(DickBoultSimmonds)
He met the world as a Dalkeith boy,
raised from a shaft at Monktonhall
In a well oiled cage,
That locked away his dreams,
An '85 veteran face from the gallery,
A ghost from the civil war in the family
He stood his ground on the picketline
'Til all that he was left with
Were his father's cough
And his mother's eyes
That would hold a tear
For the very first time
When th
Now fist in hand he'll stand in line
Declare his name and mark his time
To some the only proof that they're alive
He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
He made his first down payment
On a sharp Italian suit
He sewed razor blades into the lapels,
See him sweating on the dance floor,
Cool dust oozing out of ever
A hard man with a hard life,
And that's a story that he'll tell you
Down at Easter Road till his throat is raw
On a Saturday, he knows the score
Till the whistle blows and,
The colours with their tempers fade away.
He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
On the helipads at Aberdeen,
Bound for platforms drilling oil rich seas,
Where
By the furnaces at Ravenscraig,
By the padlocks holding John Brown's gates,
In the desert, in the fields of South Armagh,
Where the poppies grow,
Behind the Hampden roar,
Behind the drums in Genoa.
On the deck that rides a South Atlantic swell,
Born to figh tout of the tightest corner.
You can bet on him with the odds against you.
They'll not put him down
No matter how
[Woman singing x4] I'm feeling down, touch me What kind of God is this? Gave me the hottest bitch Then took the life from her chest and left a pile of shit
(DickBoultSimmonds)
He met the world as a Dalkeith boy,
raised from a shaft at Monktonhall
In a well oiled cage,
That locked away his dreams,
An '85 veteran face from the gallery,
A ghost from the civil war in the family
He stood his ground on the picketline
'Til all that he was left with
Were his father's cough
And his mother's eyes
That would hold a tear
For the very first time
When th
Come FucK With Me Lyrics
Do you really wanna fuck with me? No, oh, oh, oh, no, nigga, never Flesh. Sooner or later, all of you haters gonna catch vapors, you don? wanna test. You never do know when absolutely nobody wanted to fuck with this cat
e government took his job away.Do you really wanna fuck with me? No, oh, oh, oh, no, nigga, never Flesh. Sooner or later, all of you haters gonna catch vapors, you don? wanna test. You never do know when absolutely nobody wanted to fuck with this cat
Now fist in hand he'll stand in line
Declare his name and mark his time
To some the only proof that they're alive
He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
He made his first down payment
On a sharp Italian suit
He sewed razor blades into the lapels,
See him sweating on the dance floor,
Cool dust oozing out of ever
HAWELKA J? SCHAU Lyrics
Neilich sitz i umma hoiba zwa im hawelka bei a paar wuchteln und bei an bier auf amoi gibts beim eingang furn an murds drahrah weul a nockerter kummt eine bei der tar da oide Hawe
poreNeilich sitz i umma hoiba zwa im hawelka bei a paar wuchteln und bei an bier auf amoi gibts beim eingang furn an murds drahrah weul a nockerter kummt eine bei der tar da oide Hawe
A hard man with a hard life,
And that's a story that he'll tell you
Down at Easter Road till his throat is raw
On a Saturday, he knows the score
Till the whistle blows and,
The colours with their tempers fade away.
He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
On the helipads at Aberdeen,
Bound for platforms drilling oil rich seas,
Where
Willow Lyrics
I remember the island There's a tale to spin of the water wheel Snap of a conger eel A triangular canvas in a sea of green Translucent man o' war Staring to the shore Roller coaster rides, a
he trawlers are getting fewer every year.I remember the island There's a tale to spin of the water wheel Snap of a conger eel A triangular canvas in a sea of green Translucent man o' war Staring to the shore Roller coaster rides, a
By the furnaces at Ravenscraig,
By the padlocks holding John Brown's gates,
In the desert, in the fields of South Armagh,
Where the poppies grow,
Behind the Hampden roar,
Behind the drums in Genoa.
On the deck that rides a South Atlantic swell,
Born to figh tout of the tightest corner.
You can bet on him with the odds against you.
They'll not put him down
No matter how