Holy Driver(Instrumental) - Hail Mary Mallon
歌曲信息
歌曲名:Holy Driver(Instrumental)
歌手:Hail Mary Mallon
所属专辑:Are You Gonna Eat That? (Instrumental Version)
发行时间:2011-06-07
介绍:《Holy Driver(Instrumental) - Hail Mary Mallon》Hail Mary Mallon & Hail Mary Mallon演唱的歌曲,由未知作词、未知作曲。
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Holy Driver(Instrumental) - Hail Mary Mallon 文本歌词
Big Red son of bald shortcut caper
Highway humming daughter orange containers
Lights on the runway order Captain Kramer
Holding his tea and his cheek since brain age
Cargo S.S. minaret cheaper
Neon read out on a Cineplex feature
Boom it in your sleeper and you said its only speakers
Pigs on his wheels like the pepperoni pizzas
Start a wrong place wrong time club, might get
Two peace fingers threw an A-ok sign f**ked
Lime green crooked alpine flying white doves
Objects in the mirror made of daisy chained light bulbs
Safe escape cornered by the cemetery death bells
Breathe held in his head he donkey with the red shells
Partially responsible for a string of wonky fish tales
Party on or get your corporate chem trailed
Jam with jelly blip wipe the screen off
Spaceball grey walls 8 track t-ball
From Cletus to the Jesus had breathe and teeth gone
Couple missing fingers and a lap full of cheap porn
Born on the 4th on a bayou near boom town
Never getting sweet please peep the way the broom sound
Tweaking leaking boozehound eager to leave his roof down
Peanut Reese's, Cheetos, and Visas for Mrs. Noose Bound
I'm liar, I'm a nuisance, I'm a fighter acting mulish
I'm a licensed zoning pilot, went to drivers ed with Toonces
And early in the morning bore witness to the pie cut
Swerve on serving medium that Christian side hug
Bird dog middle of the street chicken in its teeth
Shirt gone caught allure before the first furlong
Periscope up, meter maid pissy
I will see you in the tedious DNA of the city
Jerky on his jaw line, raw hide Toro
Z's in his alphabet soup stop more chose
Squirrely early bird giving away the Morse code
Minivan kiddie hand mimic the way his horn blow
Mouth full of spit, belly full of the Jager cramps
Hot sauce wings and things that crawl in his raisin bran
Green light, yellow light, headlamp header
Holy drive by Batman, hand gestures
I escape New York like watching King Kong backwards
And you will know us by the trail of baffled dog catchers
On tippy toes or gigantic nets swinging Baryshnikovs
Patterns like a final level peeled back to the mini boss
Biggie on BLS itchy palm feet are sweat
Skidding in a ticking bomb shitty bricks Jesus fish
Bumper stickers everywhere, his other car's a sinking ship
My kid made the honor roll, your kid is a piece of sh*t
Highway humming daughter orange containers
Lights on the runway order Captain Kramer
Holding his tea and his cheek since brain age
Cargo S.S. minaret cheaper
Neon read out on a Cineplex feature
Boom it in your sleeper and you said its only speakers
Pigs on his wheels like the pepperoni pizzas
Start a wrong place wrong time club, might get
Two peace fingers threw an A-ok sign f**ked
Lime green crooked alpine flying white doves
Objects in the mirror made of daisy chained light bulbs
Safe escape cornered by the cemetery death bells
Breathe held in his head he donkey with the red shells
Partially responsible for a string of wonky fish tales
Party on or get your corporate chem trailed
Jam with jelly blip wipe the screen off
Spaceball grey walls 8 track t-ball
From Cletus to the Jesus had breathe and teeth gone
Couple missing fingers and a lap full of cheap porn
Born on the 4th on a bayou near boom town
Never getting sweet please peep the way the broom sound
Tweaking leaking boozehound eager to leave his roof down
Peanut Reese's, Cheetos, and Visas for Mrs. Noose Bound
I'm liar, I'm a nuisance, I'm a fighter acting mulish
I'm a licensed zoning pilot, went to drivers ed with Toonces
And early in the morning bore witness to the pie cut
Swerve on serving medium that Christian side hug
Bird dog middle of the street chicken in its teeth
Shirt gone caught allure before the first furlong
Periscope up, meter maid pissy
I will see you in the tedious DNA of the city
Jerky on his jaw line, raw hide Toro
Z's in his alphabet soup stop more chose
Squirrely early bird giving away the Morse code
Minivan kiddie hand mimic the way his horn blow
Mouth full of spit, belly full of the Jager cramps
Hot sauce wings and things that crawl in his raisin bran
Green light, yellow light, headlamp header
Holy drive by Batman, hand gestures
I escape New York like watching King Kong backwards
And you will know us by the trail of baffled dog catchers
On tippy toes or gigantic nets swinging Baryshnikovs
Patterns like a final level peeled back to the mini boss
Biggie on BLS itchy palm feet are sweat
Skidding in a ticking bomb shitty bricks Jesus fish
Bumper stickers everywhere, his other car's a sinking ship
My kid made the honor roll, your kid is a piece of sh*t
Holy Driver(Instrumental) - Hail Mary Mallon LRC歌词
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If I say something that you don't like Just think about it cause I may be right If I say something just hear me out Cause I just might know what I'm talking abo
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All the feeling Leaving you Till you left alone inside a hollow shell Twice repeated Me then you Till your left alone not knowing who to blame But I I see the h
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Hear, what I'm saying I was always true I was never playing When it came to you Never good at showing What you mean to me This is my last chance To set my mind
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Table Talk - Hail Mary Mallon I work well when the air is heavy Everyday before the roosters ready Won't see a break till the day gets done Till the stars cut c
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Mailbox Baseball - Hail Mary Mallon Brother to the boogie (boogie) boys with the illest (illest) Cousin of the philly guts littering your plymouth (plymouth) B
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Diamond in the back Gun proof top Iron side Metal mouth Kung fu chop One way ticket to a three dog night, when there 6 Million ways to make these dogs bite Caro
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Speak..... When the rats rose up and they broke their silence When the rats rose up and they broke their silence When the rats rose up and they broke their sile
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Plagues and Bacon - Hail Mary Mallon If in the obituary column sniff it It was written by the forks and knives of Mary Mallon Fever in the stew sorta buried i