Wounds won't last long
But and insulting song
Burns will always carry with him.
So I'll settle my score
On the salsa floor
With this vengeful latin rhythm!
Burns!
Con el corazon de perro
Senor Burns!
El diablo con dinero !
It may not surprise you
But all of us despise you.
Please die
and fry
in hell
you rotten
rich
old wretch
Adios viejo!Well its the m i crooked letter coming around the south
Rollin straight hammers and vogues in that old southern slouch
Please, ain't nothin but inscence in my atmosphere
I'm bendin corners in my lac boi, cause that's how we be rollin here
Deep, the slang is in effect because its Georgia
Kickin they khakis and ... packin yo pieces cause you sposed to cousin
Catfish and grits is how my flow flow
Rollin steady in that caddy but them 50 bottles got to go
See Juice and gin used to be my friend, from the begin
And now i'm just a player sippin sauce, every now and then
To catch a buzz like a bumble bee
Niggaz who tried to fuck with me
Get sprayed like raid cause it ain't nothin see
(Andre)
My heat is in the trunk along with that quad knock
No my heart don't pump no koolaid
.. and you'll get you spray
Hooray yo block the one and only Outkast
Many a nigga fallin fast and
How you think you last-in
Quickly, they ain't gone get me
Got somethin fo'em
The devil up in yo grill and you still don't even know'em
Show'em, who's the ok
Like collard greens and whole eggs
I got soul, thats somethin that you ain't got
That's wh

(David Crosby)
Intro. (Ac. Guitar)
Look at those dancers gliding around
Seems as is their feet
Don't hardly touch the ground
Look at them smiling
Like they knew one another
And they never would come down
Turn around and hold me
I'd like to see your face alone
I'm hoping there's someone home
Instrumental (Ac. Guitar)
I'd like to meet you
Who do you see?
Introduce yourself to whichever of me is nearby
Close behind your eyes you're laughing at me
And I'm stuck with no instructions that I can see
To steer by
Stick around it's tricky ground
I'd like to see your face alone
I'm hoping there's someone home
Instrumental (Ac. Guitar)
Two or three people fading in and out
Like a radio station that I'm thinking about
But I can't hear
Who gets breakfast? Who gets the lunch?
Who gets to be the boss of this bunch?
Who will steer?
Turning
Turning
To see your face alone
I'm hoping there's someone home
Instrumental (Ac. Guitar)
Dream
Do you dream
Dreaming
Do you?
Dream
Do you dream
Dreaming
Do you?
In my dreams
I can see I can
I can see a love
That could be ...Words & Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson

I tend the wheat field that makes your bread.
I bind the sweet veal, pluck the hens that make your bed.
Mother Nature & Mother Earth
Are two of three women who dictate what I'm worth

Chorus:
I'm the farmer.
I work in the fields all day.
Don't mean to alarm her,
But I know it was meant to be this way.

You cried a tear, I wiped it dry
I put you up upon a pedestal so high
if you should waiver, if you should sway
I'd catch you, spread my tiny wings and fly away.
You signed your picture with an O and X
I bet you don't write "love" each time you sign your cheques.

Chorus

All of this corn I grow I grow it all for you
I took a hatchet to the radio I did it all for you
You could have written back,
You could have said "Thank you"
I guess you've got better things,
better things to do.

You say you love me, is that the truth?
Although they've heard the songs, my friends want living proof.
I know your address, I ring the bell
I bring you flowers and a .22 with shells.

I'm the farmer
I work in the fields all d