spear The chief's eyes were sad But showed no sign of fear (chorus) It is a good day to die Oh my children dry your eyes It is a good day to die He
hearts that dance Where is my chance? For the call of romance What good is love? If you haven't got, all that makes life worth living What good is love
Stop making the eyes at me And I'll stop making the eyes at you And what it is that surprises me Is that I don't really want you to And your shoulders
I see you in my mind's eye strangling on your tongue What's good is knowing such devotion I've been around - I know what makes things run What good is
'm no good Upstairs in bed with my ex-boy He's in a place but I can't get joy Thinking on you in the final throes This is when my buzzer goes Run out
it comes to head, I get dat head of the class I got them green backs like I laid on the grass Lucci be my nigga, the east is up the building Young Mula
There's always somebody taller with more of a wit And he's equipped to enthrall her and her friends think he's fit And you just can't measure up, no,
Show us' your special move. (laughing in background)
you're looking sexy But the truth is my baby has been good to me Girl the way that you move's so tempting Gotta say that I like what I see But the truth is
Want to fuck off, drop out Never trust a fuckin' hippie For that matter don't trust anyone Quit school, don't work Livin' up the music you punk If I
Guttermouth is a really good band, but they like do hand jobs everyday. Yeah, Guttermouth are a real good band, but they like to give those hand jobs
Tear that poster off the wall It takes up too much space We ain't no fucking rock band, man We're a professional Disgrace - is the word I would use To
Life has been good to me Got very few complaints so far Life has been good to me Hope you're as happy wherever you are I got the blue sky every mornin
Well you don't like, don't like the way I walk And you don't like, don't like the way I talk You criticize about me endlessly Logic defies how you get
I have been a rover I have walked alone Hiked a hundred highways Never found a home Still in all I'm happy The reason is, you see Once in a while along
Workin' at corner pickin' up shows Waitin' for my time to come Workin' at corner workin' to put Butter on my piece of bun Workin' at corner pickin
Working in the corner Peeking over shoulders Waiting for my time to come Working in the corner One day to the other Butter for my piece of bun Working
You came into my life without a single thing I gave in to your ways, which left me with nothing I've given in to smiles, I fell for all your games I wish
