19 lyrics for "For your mother and me"

Yeah yeah yeah, make some motherfucking noise Yo Doggy Dogg you're on, live on stage Performing tonight, excuse me Doggy Dogg you're on You know! The one and only Don Corleone, the big homey why'know me Well if it's on I guess it's bout time Let me
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Lord lord mother, you're all losing love Lord listen lover, you're all missing mama Fingerprinted waiting for the train You're working for the police and the private, the pirates and the pilots Get straight, wait here while I try to find the exit sign
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All inhale the downward spiral Just aim and end another But think, as I rape your mother In the most desolate corner A bad case of the urban blues Another brick in the living shadow Hey, get in line for tragic Let us dance to the pistol magic Another
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Oh, I think of you sometimes Of the snow, and that Colorado winter blue When you left me for her ohohoh You left me in the snow I drove you home that autumn day To your mother´s house The paint was old, The dogs were barking I sat upon the rug
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You'll always be the same It's your bad behavior Such a shame, such a shame I'm sickened for the mother Who endured your pain Well I feel so sorry for you 'cause you're sad, you're sad And I think you're very selfish And you play a vicious game
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Can wait a long time for an answer Gets tossed all around and then lost in the world Something as hard as a prayer on your back Something as simple as boys and girls All you kids get out the back door I've never seen her this bad before She took all her
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Fly closer to heaven and far from hell Fly so put your wings up, put your wings up Mother said don't pack your bags We ain't got no time for that I saw signs on the video I saw signs looking back but you never know Said the sharp bulbs long lines The
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Does it make you feel alive? Don't look back Live your life Even if it's only for tonight" I said, "hey, it's alright If it makes you feel alive" Can't contain it She said, "hey, it's alright My mother told me I should go and get some therapy
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A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell You who raped our Motherland I hope you're rotting down in hell For the horrors that you sent To our misfortunate forefathers Whom you robbed of their birthright Have you ever walked the lonesome hills And heard the
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