We wanted to find love We wanted success Until nothing was enough Until my middle name was 'Excess' Somehow I lost touch When you went out of sight When
Listen as he executes the funky flute He can play it at a noise so watch him blow it While I be speakin' deep down in your eardrums How do you like it
I backed my car into a cop car the other day And he just drove off, sometimes life's okay I ran my mouth off a bit too much, oh, what did I say You laughed
Dragging my ass around country side Leave it to you I've got nothing to hide Dragging my ass around country side Leave it to you I've got nothing to hide
They came from the hills And they came from the valleys and the plains They struggled in the cold In the heat and the snow and in the rain Came to hear
We wanted to find love We wanted success Until nothing was enough Until my middle name was "excess" And somehow I lost touch When you went
Something isn't right, I see it in your face Don't try and leave me here I can't be a better boy than the one you had before As the rain seeps through
Therefore you are all I wanted But it's so cold And you'll find me Waiting all of the night Therefore you are Would you find me? Would you find me,
O come here shorty. i like you. What? you like me 2? I dont understand a word your sayin but let me talk 2 u. I got my eyez on u (mera raja) Baby let
Piper, piper the red, red worm Awoke last night to the sound of the storm The words are the words, I sailed upon Piper, piper the red, red worm Awoke
When I leave this world behind me To another I will go And if there are no pipes in heaven I'll be going down below If friends in time be severed Someday
So, just sit back and Max and relax Off tracks that I kick, come on and give it up 'Cause, I get funky like diaper rash And you know I'm mad spunky and
The Old Orange Flute In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
(Instrumental)
Split open your head And let me pour it in All the knowledge and feeling Let you see on TV Of these five deadly sins That your mother would not
The wind is telling stories about us writing words with sand and powder dust deserted squares and lonesome trees the wind revealing stories about us
Instrumental
Beloved mother, there is no guilt In what I have done It's far too late to turn it back To turn it back Slowly they move One by one, food for the clan
