The Prodigals Lyrics
The Prodigals Lyrics
"Green Card Lyrics"
Another Song About Tv Lyrics
another song about tv how much tv sucks washes your brain of intelligence you sit around all night and day was life really ment to be thin way? tv sucks!
another song about tv how much tv sucks washes your brain of intelligence you sit around all night and day was life really ment to be thin way? tv sucks!
Manhattan you're so beautiful in your winter's twilight sky
Your streets are full and buzzing, yeah it's Christmas time again
I'm looking out my window on the 27th floor
My view's a hundred taxis, I'm stuck here once again
Ireland how I miss you at old Christmas time
when the lads are coming home from the corners of the world
Sinner rider, rides in with the storm The devil rides beside him The devil is his god, God help you mourn Do you, do you hear it, do you hear the thunder Deafen
I'd really like to see you all, haven't got the bloody card
Ireland how I miss you, once again this year
From a subway car to an uptown bar, have a happy new year
You can get anything you want here, well if you're in the know
From pickle-flavored gumballs to a th
Bluebird Lyrics
Listen to my blue bird laugh she can tell you why, Deep within her heart you see, she knows only right whoa-oo just light There she sits this lofty bird the stranges
usand hand grenades Listen to my blue bird laugh she can tell you why, Deep within her heart you see, she knows only right whoa-oo just light There she sits this lofty bird the stranges
But if you want a green card well you'd better think again
'Cause the bureaucratic bullshit makes you want to shoot the lot
pom pom pom!
Ireland how I miss you, once again this year
From a taxi cab going down fifth ave,
hope the summer's good this year
I've called a hundred lawyers, politicians just
In This Town Lyrics
I could be anywhere else but here But the rain won't let me go. There's a photograph Hanging on my wall Of a place I've never been to... I'll never make the
a few I could be anywhere else but here But the rain won't let me go. There's a photograph Hanging on my wall Of a place I've never been to... I'll never make the
but the answer that they give me always seems to be the same
"If you want a green card, better find yourself a wife
I'm sorry son, you're stuck here, better try again next year"
Ireland how I miss you, once again this year
So I'll raise my glass and I'll take a chance,
and I'll see you all next year.