God and Senator Dodd and a-keepin' old Castro down And when it came my time to serve I knew "better dead than red" But when I got to my old draft board
Avons-nous donc commis une action etrange ? Explique, si tu peux, mon trouble et mon effroi Je frissonne de peur quand tu me dis: "Mon ange !" Et cependant
Let's start another war when ya get drafted Fan the fires of racist hatred We want total war when ya get drafted Drooling fingers Panic buttons Playing
future gravestone, an eventual gravestone ... Today's a draft Today's a draft of your epitaph Keep changing it, 'til you meet the grave Update your draft
Draft me... I want to have fun Draft me... give me a gun Draft me... I'd understand Draft me... I want to be a man I want to help America keep the peace
I love the way She enters a room with out a trace When shoved She's not a treat I adore the way She carries herself with poise and grace To the point
J'laisse fuir mon esprit sur ce morceau de page Quitte a en perdre le controle et qu'il me reste qu'une tache D'idees noires diluees a l'encre de Chine
Ich hab mir das schon ein paar Jahrchen angesehn, und inzwischen ist mir einiges klar. Die Manner woll'n den Frauen gern den Kopf verdreh'n und benehmen
Je ne suis qu?un vent, un courant d?air Et je passe le temps a changer d?air Les gens ne me connaissent pas Je ne suis qu?un vent, un chanteur d?air
, the pain, let's get into details the bass, the piano, the friction of dynamo the first draft of a worst case scenario It's the first draft of a worst
Homer: Baby on board, Something, something, Burt Ward...
He was born in a small town And he was given every reason to stay Hallelujah, Mississippi, postcard living no sign of decay Till Vietnam moved next door
still believe that you were meant for me I'm finding my own words, my own little stage my own epic drama, my own scripted page I'll send you the rough draft
t wanna get drafted I don't wanna get drafted I don't wanna get drafted I don't wanna get drafted. My-ay-ay sister don't wanna get drafted She don't
little communist. . . (weep, weep, weep) I don't wanna get drafted I don't wanna go I don't wanna get drafted PHOOEY! I don't wanna get drafted I don
I crave my own misery I'm the reincarnation marquis I create a list of easy tasks because I just love to, I just love to, I just love to check shit off
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