a dictator and we all drink to your pride We'll get this right We'll leave all the talking for another night It's never kind, but we don't mind You
We've got 50 good years left to spend out in the garden I don't care to beg your pardon, We should live until we die. We were barely 18 when we'd crossed
forties Oldies make E's in the sky Why I rose made dog we use to ride Kitchens cool in the woods by the tracks We use to gather up our homies in backs
