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The Burning Hell
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Good Times
Our sports team won a game of sports on the weekend And the city went insane of course we did Set a bus and a couple of cop cars on fire Victory smells like burning tires I've had a passion for the game Since I was a little kid
My mittens lit up like a menorah in the desert The paramedic was a one-eyed former vet As she peeled away the wool and the skin A sergeant appeared to my great chagrin Said it looks like we have caught you As red-handed as it gets
You call it a riot, I call it a celebration You call it violence, I call it an altercation Tomato, tomato, they're two different fruits completely Don't take the good times away from me
Jail was not exactly like the movies I befriended a shy con artist named Douglas the Duck We played poker with paper we pretended was cash 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 And he always beat me at Balderdash He could lie like a rug And he was slippery as a hockey puck
The head warden was a donkey with the face of a man One day he goes 'boys things are changing here at the pen: Games room privileges are restricted to alternate Fridays And you know what they say, it's my way or the highway' Well Doug said, warden I guess we'll take the highway then
You call it a riot, and yes I guess that's just what it was You ask me why, then? And I can only answer 'just because' Does a fish need a reason to splash around in the sea? Don't take the good times away from me
Don't let them take the good times away Don't let them take the good times away Don't let them take the good times away Don't let them take the good times away
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