old man gloom – something for the mrs. lyrics
for the next war we shall bury the dead in cellophane.
the host shall come packaged in every k-ration.
the host shall come packaged in every k-ration.
every man shall be provided with a small, but perfect, archbishop spellman; which shall be self-inflatable,
courtesy of air reduction.
(open close previous open close)
you don’t need to repeat this.
there is not any ceremony anymore.
everyone is gone and you say this out loud to yourself.
you are alone at the time, and the time now is always.
always was a word you used in promises.
it is valueless.
all officers, warrant officers, and enlisted men, will be provided with a copy with their own true love, which they will never see again, and all these copies will be returnable through the proper channel.
Random Lyrics
- old blind dogs – the bonnie banks o’fordie lyrics
- oleta adams – when you walked into my life lyrics
- old 97s – every night is friday night (without you) lyrics
- script – if you could see me now lyrics
- oceanlab – i am what i am lyrics
- october project – always lyrics
- oh no oh my – the party punch lyrics
- days divide – burn your bridges lyrics
- nelly – 10 plus 1 lyrics
- october project – ariel lyrics