I can’t make a move, I can’t think a thought
I can’t sing a song with a minimal groove
I can’t get away from the singular fact
I can’t take a breath without seeing Mr. Death
My head is warm my feet are cold
Death is a-movin upon my soul
Oh, death how you’re treatin’ me
You’ve close my eyes so I can’t see
The priests and the friars approach me in dread
For I love you still, my wife, and you’re dead
I still will be your shelter through rain and through storm
And with you in your cold grave I cannot sleep warm
(#meta boy, this went from “another life’s begun” to graves in a hurry)
I’m still alive and there’s nothing I want to do
I will give my love forever
If you promise me you’ll
Never never never touch me there
Don’t touch me there
Sweet home Alabama?
A-roundin’ third and headed for home
It’s a brown-eyed handsome man
Anyone can understand the way I feel
This is the night, the night for love.
Workin’ on our night moves
Been the ruin of many a man, and I (dear lord) was one?
There are plenty of ways you can hurt a man
And bring him to the ground
You can beat him
You can cheat him
You can treat him bad and leave him When he’s down
Into the village we go down down down
I went down, down, down
And the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns
The ring of fire, the ring of fire
We don’t need no water, let the motherfucker burn
Me and me mum and me dad and me gran
And a bucket of vindaloo.
Shouting, "Lager, lager, lager, lager"
Shouting, "Lager, lager, lager, lager"
Shouting, "Lager, lager, lager, lager"
Shouting, “Lager, lager, lager”
