In these times of troubles, toils and stress We'll always be safe by doin' what we do best Playin' our music, well, that was born down in our souls Bringin
Well you know the album is called Volume 5 Some people call it a reunion and some a conclusion Well, I just like the people to form their own opinions
I got an aching head My eyes on fire I think I'm paralyzed With desire I know You know There's a place not to far from here Where wolves howl at the
(Behind the groove) There's another side inside of you (Behind the groove) We can make your wildest dreams come true So get on up (Behind the groove)
In the east and in the west Every bird will seek its nest Everyone will seek his home Home is where the heart grows And the moon will rise and fall And
I get high when I touch ya... Oooooo, Oh, baby, baby, baby. First you wanted to be free, Now you must decide just what you want from me. Tell me then
In a town in southernmost Sicily Lived a family too proud to be poor In the year that fever took father away They hastened for American shores Now a mother
Felt a pang late one afternoon I was fishin' off Muir beach With Larry LaLonde And I started to chew Grabbed a tuna salad sandwich Pretty soon Ler's
Here they come Here come the bastards I heard it from a confident - Who heard it form a confidant They're definately on their way There's one with this
As I stand in the Shower Singing Opera and such Pondering the possibility that I Pull the pud too much There's a scent that fills the air Is it flatus
I just can't seem to blend Into society I have no hope for this dim Simplicity of law and order By whose rules I see no rhyme in the reason I hold no
Jerry was a race car driver And he drove so goddamned fast He never did win no checkered flag But he never did come in last Jerry was a race car driver
Shut up you bastards!
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I remember as if it were a meal ago Said, Tommy the Cat as he reeled back to clear Whatever foreign matter may have nestled its way into his mighty throat
When the going gets tough And the stomachg acids flow The cold wind of conformity Is nipping at your nose When some trendy new atrocity Has brought you
Sgt. Baker is my name I'm gonna teach you how to play the game of warfare Suddenly it appears to me You got a bit much dignity For your own good, boy
My socks and shoes always match, Is it Luck? There's a foot at the end of each of my legs, Is it Luck? Well, I can play my bass for you, Is it Luck?