A shimmy shimmy cocoa cocoa pu-pu-fuckin' puffs bitch It's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit I'm on top bitch and rock for tricks Hella whips
Wicked, wicked, wicked bitch Wicked, wicked, wicked bitch Wicked, wicked, wicked bitch Wicked, wicked, bitch, bitch Well it's on, it's on like neden
amphetamine raised her since three he was a hope to be gutter king both unraveled at their seams that were never sewn she never had a choice they
A shimmy shimmy go go motherfuckin' pop It's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit I'm on top bitch and rock for tricks Hella whips and nips and
Drop out with me, just live your life behind your eyes Your own skies, your own tomorrows Don't you worry now, don't you worry Whole world's in too big
Lookin' at her 'phone; desk tappin' her feet. Kinda girl your Mamma likes to meet. A Sunday school dress cuttin' up tight. When the weekend comes, she
This, this is brought to you By the K-1, Emergency Broadcasting System In the, in the event of an actual emergency You will be told to fall out S.I.
I never followed leaders, I got no machine And I paid my dues all along Always says your freakin' When I mess with other people 'Cause I knew that I was
Now is there any chance That I can find romance? Like we had back then Oh I want it again You said you'd hold on to me You always wanted for it to be
Walkin' off the highway I'd been tryin' to catch a ride Hungry and thirsty as a bear Not a penny in my pockets and I'd ran out of pride So I thought I
Fall out Fall in Fall out Fall in Fall out Fall in Goodnight, my love Goodbye, the feeling of leading you into my life I ran with the wind in my face
Get out of town Before it's too late, my love Get out of town Be good to me, please Why wish me harm Why not retire to a farm And be contented to charm
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Get out of town before it's too late, my love Get out of town, be good to me please Why wish me harm? Why not retire to a farm And be contented to charm
Youll fall off we all know your story This isnt a release but your hunt for glory. You want to be heard but have nothing to say So what is your problem
Se mi guardo nello specchio con il tempo che e passato sono solo un po' piu ricco, piu cattivo e piu invecchiato. E' l'amara confessione di un cantante
It never occurs to me To ask anybody what I'm doing here (And it never) It never occurs to me To ask anybody what I'm doing here, doing here I know you
Written by stewart copeland (this is the version that appears in the Message in a box complete transcriptions) I never followed leaders I got no machine