Of all the dirt that we dug
I think my favorite was the mud
Of all the wine that we drank
I think my favorite was the blood
Of all the bombs that we lit
I think my favorite was the dud
Of all the things that we chew
I think my favorite was the cud
Of the cow
Like that time
When we lied
To and fro
Hope to throw
Tables turn
Books that burn
Hurt to shine
Tilt the wheel
Hold the hand
Cop a feel
Close the deal
Like that time
Turpentine
When we lied
To and fro.....
Of all the banks that we robbed
I think my favorite one was mine
Of all the bushes that burn
The ones I like talk wise and kind
Of all the toys that we smashed
I think I like the ones that wind
Of all the beotches we pimp slapped
I like the ones that did not mind
Of all the trees that we hugged
I think I like the ones that died
Of all the butts that we grabbed
I remember only the wide ones
Of all the whales that we beached
You chose to blame it on the tide
Of all the forks that we stole
Just to jab each others' sides
Of the shape
Of the smoke
Of the bang
Of the pipe
Twist and turn
Records burn
Melting wax
Melting hype
Hurt to change
Heat exchange
Burning down
Turning ripe
Of the shape
Of the smoke
Of the bang
Of the pipe.....
From http://music.that1guy.com/track/one :
Of all the dirt that we dug I think my favorite was the mud Of all the wine that we drank I think my favorite was the blood Of all the bombs that we lit I think my favorite was the dud Of all the things that we chew I think my favorite was the cud
Of the cow Like that time When we lied To and fro Hope to throw Tables turn Books that burn Hurt to shine Tilt the wheel Hold the hand Cop a feel Close the deal Like that time Turpentine When we lied To and fro.....
Of all the banks that we robbed I think my favorite one was mine Of all the bushes that burn The ones I like talk wise and kind Of all the toys that we smashed I think I like the ones that wind Of all the beotches we pimp slapped I like the ones that did not mind
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Of all the trees that we hugged I think I like the ones that died Of all the butts that we grabbed I remember only the wide ones Of all the whales that we beached You chose to blame it on the tide Of all the forks that we stole Just to jab each others' sides
Of the shape Of the smoke Of the bang Of the pipe Twist and turn Records burn Melting wax Melting hype Hurt to change Heat exchange Burning down Turning ripe Of the shape Of the smoke Of the bang Of the pipe.....