Everything gunna be all-right,
Everything gunna be all-right ...Yah!
Everything
Listen up you stinking maggots, it seems you just don't
The fog is rolling in,
The tide is high.
Diane's as fat
Can't funk with the feel
Or with the other three
This mother
Scientific progress
All too real
Dialectic nonsense
All unreal
Dial in the s
Then against my better judgment I went walking out that
Like Marlon Brando, but bigger.
You'll find that creature at the
In the north they call us Rebels,
In the south they
Dodge Swinger 1973, Galaxy 500,
All the way stars' green, gotta
So you say you want to go to Heaven,
Well I
When I talk talk on the C.B. yeah I scare
Woke up this morning, put on my Sunday shoes.
Don't ask
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