The Tossers Lyrics
The Tossers Lyrics
"Seven Drunken Nights Lyrics"
Make Love Lyrics
Make love Make Love Ooooh Make Love [rpeat throughout song]
Make love Make Love Ooooh Make Love [rpeat throughout song]
well, as i came home on Monday night
as drunk as drunk could be
I sar a harse outside the door
where my old harse should be
so i called the whife and i said to her, "Will you kindly tell to me, who owns that harse outside the dar where moy old harse should be?"
"aaah ya drunk ya drunk you silly old fool, i tell you cannot see thats a lovely Sow that me mother sent to me"
"where many a days I travel, a hundered miles or more, but a sow with a saddle on, i never saw before"
Now, as I came home on Tuesday night
as drunk as drunk could be
i sar a coat behind the dar where moy old coat should be
so i called the whife and said to her, &
Down At The Stoup Lyrics
I?l be down at the Stoup where the cool? hanging out. Downing four pints and a fifth without doubt. And I talk to the guys and I know that? unwise. I say my team is gonna win and I know I tell lies. It? where the winos roam but this place is my home. The bartenders drunk and the beer? half foam. But the game is ok and I hear what the
quot;WIll you kindly tell to me, who owns that coat behind the dar, where moy old coat should be?" I?l be down at the Stoup where the cool? hanging out. Downing four pints and a fifth without doubt. And I talk to the guys and I know that? unwise. I say my team is gonna win and I know I tell lies. It? where the winos roam but this place is my home. The bartenders drunk and the beer? half foam. But the game is ok and I hear what the
"aaah, ya drunk ya drunk ya silly old fool, i tell you cannot see, thats a lovely blanket that me mother sent to me"
"well many's the day i travel, a hundred mile or more, but buttons on a blanket sure I never seen before"
And as i went home on wednesday night
as drunk as drunk could be
I sar a pipe upon the chair where moy old pipe should be
I called the whife and i said to her, "will you kindly tell to me, who owns that pipe upon the chair, where my old pipe should be?"
"aaah ya drunk ya drunk, ya silly old fool, still ya cannot see, thats a lovely tin whi
Captive Soul Lyrics
Dark clouds overhead they fill me with pain The heat of your passion now shall elude me Now in my world the darkness does rule My horizon so dark like a blanket of death In the fortress tall lies a lonely rose In the dungeon dark captive is my soul The seedling once small they now touch the sky Burn down the forest burn down
tle that me mother sent to me." Dark clouds overhead they fill me with pain The heat of your passion now shall elude me Now in my world the darkness does rule My horizon so dark like a blanket of death In the fortress tall lies a lonely rose In the dungeon dark captive is my soul The seedling once small they now touch the sky Burn down the forest burn down
"well a manys the day i travel, a hundered miles or more, but tobacco in a tin whistle sure i never seen before"
AAnd as I, went home on Thursday night
As drunk as drunk could be
I sar two boots beneath the bed
Where my two boots should be
so i called the Whife
and i said to her, " will you kindly tell to me, who owns those boots beneath the bed, where moy old boots should be?"
"aaaah! ya drunk ya drunk you silly old fool, tell ya cannot see, thats a lovely geranuim pot me mother sent to me"
"well as manys the day i travel , a hundred miles or more, but laces on a geranuim pot, i never seen before"
And a
Stretching Into Me Lyrics
I want to tear my thorn away The shadow of my end Once more I see less than yesterday The vision escapes I cry for oblivion The obscure image embracing me Alone I can't heal what once was scarred Still reminder Slowly - I spread myself open Willing - To float through this rain Slowly - This emptiness is turning
- I went home on friday night I want to tear my thorn away The shadow of my end Once more I see less than yesterday The vision escapes I cry for oblivion The obscure image embracing me Alone I can't heal what once was scarred Still reminder Slowly - I spread myself open Willing - To float through this rain Slowly - This emptiness is turning
as drunk as dllunk could be
I saw a head
upon the bed
where my own head should be
so i called the whife and i said to har,"will you kindly tell to me, who owns, that head, upon the bed, where my old head should be"
"AHHH! ya drunk ya durnk ya silly old fool, tell ya cannot see, thats a baby boy that me mother sent to me"
"Well it's manys a day i travel, a hundred miles or more, But a baby boy with whiskers, THAT i never seen before"
"oh a drunk ya drunk ya silly old fool, YA DRUNK! Your a silly old fool! your drunk! Your drunk!! Ya silly old fool, your drunk! your drunk!!"