The Whitlams Lyrics
The Whitlams Lyrics
"Winter Lovin' Lyrics"
Moonblood's Domination Lyrics
The chaos reigns over the earth The seventh cycle is closed We loved the destruction And the smell of burnt oil and blood Holy war, Zersas smiles!!
The chaos reigns over the earth The seventh cycle is closed We loved the destruction And the smell of burnt oil and blood Holy war, Zersas smiles!!
Walking in winter, not so many people out
Seems like I gotta find me a girl so we can't go out
Drop of whiskey, drop of ginger wine
Call it a whiskey mack and you can be mine
Winter lovin' - that's the best kind of lovin'
Winter lovin' - that's the best kind of lovin' for me
Come spring I take my T-Shirt
Set it off Lyrics
I see through bitter eyes and The fact still remains I read between your lies You got beat at your own game Take a trip with me for soon I will sin<
back off againI see through bitter eyes and The fact still remains I read between your lies You got beat at your own game Take a trip with me for soon I will sin<
Walk around thinking I can feel the wind in my hair
Look at all the other people walking away from winter
I just hope they all got some winter lovin' like me
Winter lovin' - that's the best kind of lovin'
Winter lovin' - that's the best kind of lovin' for me
Come Autumn I'm thinking 'bout wint
Ghetto Camelot Lyrics
[Chorus X2] Where my dogs is at the one that'll bite your ass to pieces Where my cancers at the one that'll cut your ass to shreds [Cool breeze] He
er again[Chorus X2] Where my dogs is at the one that'll bite your ass to pieces Where my cancers at the one that'll cut your ass to shreds [Cool breeze] He
Winter coming up to me, but I got no friend
Drinking whiskey macks and talking about it, that's not going to get me no big fat woman to keep me warm
I gotta go out and meet 'em, not sit around the house singing shit like this
Winter lovin' - that's the best kind of lovin'
Winter lovin' - that's the best
Get Behind The Mule Lyrics
Molly be damned smote Jimmy the Harp With a horrid little pistol and a lariat She's goin to the bottom And she's goin down the drain Said she wasn't big
kind of lovin' for me Molly be damned smote Jimmy the Harp With a horrid little pistol and a lariat She's goin to the bottom And she's goin down the drain Said she wasn't big
It's all about me, me and winter and someone else
Words & Music: Tim Freedman, Andy Lewis, Stevie Plunder
Tim Freedman: vocals, piano
Stevie Plunder: guitar, vocals
Andy Lewis: bass, backing vocals
Recorded live in September 1992 at Troy Horse Studios, Newtown