Letras:
Banda Swell

abraham and break bread with the son of man So slowly, hold these hands and stretch forth from the skies like a rubber band As I begin to step you above

titties of yours Oh, Hallelujah Oh, how my heart sings Oh, Hallelujah Oh, love those things They bounce like a kid on a trampoline They swing like a 40's jazz band

bands charging thirty dollars at the door Well you fat cats slap yourselves on the back Your greed and piggishness are documented facts You all think you're special and swell

Even though I was a fat kid and a marching band geek I hope this song finds you well And I hope that you're doin' fuckin' swell I hope that you're back

Pre C#m I ain't stopping fingers keep bopping F#m b e Swing band rocking from the street to the bar C#m West coast's dated music's overrated F

up in a band of thieves who retrieves the goods, stacking stacks And pushing niggas shit back like they should While we was gone, some shit undeveloped Now parlay, sit back and watch armys swell

I WALKED GREEN MILES OF JUNGLE I WALKED THROUGH YELLOW MILES OF PAIN I CROSSED STARVATION'S DESERT WATCHED DEAD RIVER SWELL WITH RAIN THE SONG OF

there no one worthy to set us free? Then the crying is stilled as the chorus rings out, The shackled released from their chains. And thousands of voices are swelling

get lots of it I can get madonna, money, your threats are minor And bet you find your girl with a wet pijama Drippin with my cassette behind her Got more band