U2 Lyrics
U2 Lyrics
"Discotheque (Howie B, Hairy B Mix) Lyrics"
Heavenly Sunshine Lyrics
I've searched for words of sweet description too best described The thrill it gives me just to have you by my side But I can't find one single word that properly defines How sweet it is just knowing that all your love is mine Your love is hea
I've searched for words of sweet description too best described The thrill it gives me just to have you by my side But I can't find one single word that properly defines How sweet it is just knowing that all your love is mine Your love is hea
Heaven...heaven
You want heaven
Heaven in your heart
Heaven...heaven
You want heaven
Heaven in your heart
Heaven in your heart
Heaven...heaven
You want heaven
The sun, the moon, and the stars
Heaven...heaven...heaven...
Slave to the wet nurse
Never give her hers
Slave to the creature
The great teacher
Slave to the now
Slave to sound
Slave to the homes
Say baby home bottom
Slave to ti
Sweet Talking Hippie Lyrics
Music & Lyrics: Chan Kinchla, Bob Sheehan, Brendan Hill & John Popper Sweet talking hippie Cross your killing floor Gonna come a little closer Cause you know I want more Don't run off Don't you be afraid of meme
Slave to dime
Slave to chocolate
Slave to the apocalypse
Slave to talking
Slave to bow
Slave to the one
And a make at home gun
Slave with religion
Slave with recession
Slave to get out
Or go fishing
Slave to the brother
Slave to the wife
Slave to the Polish
And the polacks
Slave to heather
I'll slave to honey
Slave to the things
You can't buy with money
Slave to truth
Slave to tooth
Slave to the ground
On you
Slave to momentum
Moving on a fake talk
Eat your bitter
Like it on momento
Slave to sugar
Slave to sweetness
Slave to...
Incompleteness
Slave to the suck and
Flow of the tide
Slave to the mouth
Open wide
Slave to coke
I slave to cola
Slave to the heavy burden
Tree cola
Slave to religion
I'll slave to Rome
Slave to the daughter
Returning home
Slave to Friday
Slave to Sunday
Slave to swallo
All of Monday
Slave to the back
To welcome in the bones
Slave to the whispers
And moans
Slave to the rhythm
Losing control
Slave to wine
Wanting it all...
Big...big black
Big...big black
Hole
Big...big black
Hole
Big...big black
Hole
Big black
Big black
Hole
Big black
Hole
Big black
Hole, God, big hole
Big black
Hole, hey, big hole
Big black
Big black
Hole
Big...
Music & Lyrics: Chan Kinchla, Bob Sheehan, Brendan Hill & John Popper Sweet talking hippie Cross your killing floor Gonna come a little closer Cause you know I want more Don't run off Don't you be afraid of me
Slave to dime
Slave to chocolate
Slave to the apocalypse
Slave to talking
Slave to bow
Slave to the one
And a make at home gun
Slave with religion
Slave with recession
Slave to get out
Or go fishing
Slave to the brother
Slave to the wife
Slave to the Polish
And the polacks
Slave to heather
I'll slave to honey
Slave to the things
You can't buy with money
Slave to truth
Slave to tooth
Slave to the ground
On you
General Attitude Lyrics
Time you've had more than your share of mine I'm a criminal with no crime Sing like a bird that is now released Like and angel with clip-on wings I've nothing that's etched in stone I'm a ready that's already gone There's a joke,
r sweet youthTime you've had more than your share of mine I'm a criminal with no crime Sing like a bird that is now released Like and angel with clip-on wings I've nothing that's etched in stone I'm a ready that's already gone There's a joke,
Slave to momentum
Moving on a fake talk
Eat your bitter
Like it on momento
Slave to sugar
Slave to sweetness
Slave to...
Incompleteness
Slave to the suck and
Flow of the tide
Slave to the mouth
Open wide
Slave to coke
I slave to cola
Slave to the heavy burden
Tree cola
Slave to religion
I'll slave to Rome
Slave to the daughter
Returning home
Slave to Friday
Slave to Sunday
Slave to swallo
Okie From Muskogee Lyrics
We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee we don't take our trips on LSD We don't burn out draft cards down on Main Street But we like living right and being free We don't make a party out of loving but we like holding hands and pitching woo We do
wWe don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee we don't take our trips on LSD We don't burn out draft cards down on Main Street But we like living right and being free We don't make a party out of loving but we like holding hands and pitching woo We do
All of Monday
Slave to the back
To welcome in the bones
Slave to the whispers
And moans
Slave to the rhythm
Losing control
Slave to wine
Wanting it all...
Big...big black
Big...big black
Hole
Big...big black
Hole
Big...big black
Hole
Big black
Big black
Hole
Big black
Hole
Big black
Hole, God, big hole
Big black
Hole, hey, big hole
Big black
Big black
Hole
Big...