The Bacon Brothers Lyrics

The Bacon Brothers Lyrics

"Don't Leave the Lava Lamp on for Me Lyrics"

Slayer Lyrics
I believe in Death I believe in Diseases I believe in Inhumanity I believe in Injustice I believe in Sorrow I believe in Pain I believe in Murder I believe in Ch

Written by Michael Bacon

"Hey man, how great were the 60's?!" - "Well...uh..." MB

Overweight 60's rock star, staring from the TV screen
Begging the youth of America, to live a life that's sober and clean
But the kid's 17 in a ganja haze, this summer he's following Phish
Watching the aging rock star, coming through his satellite dish
Million Tears Lyrics
Verse 1 I wanna know where you belong, I wanna know why I sing this song. I try to show how much I feel, is that a dream or is it real?` I never look where

Don't you do that blow, all around the world
Don't you make that dough, don't you make them girls
Am I even getting through to you son?
Do like I say. Don't you do like I done

She's a yellow rose of Texas, she's smiling from the crowd
The message is the medium and man that guy talks loud
He tells her that it's Earth Day and he loves all mankind Get Lyrics
"Get" No time to get what you wanted, It's time to get what you need. No time to get what you wanted, It's time to get what you need. There's a girl at the cor
R> She gives that talking unicorn her body, soul and her mind
That American flag, you must invert
As the sweat pours down his Mexican wedding shirt
He leads her to oblivion
Now the Rose is dead and he's long gone

Don't you leave that lava lamp on for me
Don't need a walk down memory lane
I've had enough of that sorrow and pain
Through your ora
golden feeling Lyrics
though this place is so crowded you feel so alone 'cause you're eye to eye with him and you know he will take you he's got nothing to lose and there's no way for you to winnge globs a-churning
There're body bags and cities burning
Don't you leave that lava lamp on for me

401 North Broad Street, I'm standing in my underwear
Turn your head and cough son, then go stand over there
But me I've got my letters and my middle class ?an
I give some ghetto black boy his ticket to Saigon
Say hello to Vietnam