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Hop Along Peter
01:04
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Hop along, Peter, where you going?
Hop along, Peter, where you going?
Hop along, Peter, won't you bear in mind
I ain 't comin' back till the gooseberry time.
Old Uncle Peter, he got tight,
Started up to heaven on a stormy night.
The road being rough and him not well,
He lost his way and he went... to...
Old mother Hubbard and her dog were Dutch,
She had a bow-legged rooster and a crutch.
The hen chewed tobacco and the rooster drank wine;
The goose played the fiddle on the pumpkin vine.
Down in the barnyard playing seven-up,
The old tom cat and the little yellow pup,
The old mother Hubbard, she's a-pickin' out the fleas,
Rooster in the cream jar up to his knees.
I've got a sweet gal in this here town,
If she weighs an ounce she weighs four hundred pounds,
Every time my gal turns once round,
The heel of her shoe makes a hole in the ground.
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Anarchy Rocker
01:36
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You gotta circle that A
You gotta circle that E
You gotta circle all your vowels when you're talkin to me
Cuz Im an anarchy rocker
I'm an anarchy rocker
I'm an anarchy rocker and I circle vowels all the time
A, E, I, O, U and sometimes Y
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Street Fight
02:25
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Get that drunken finger out of my face
I didn't come here for a fight tonight
I cant take the rage the world gave you
And I can't hold back what it has given me
And if you want to
Combine our fucking problems and mix them with the drinks you had tonight
And if you want to
Be a fucking tough guy Ill take part in your street fight
The blood on my hand don't change a thing
I'm still just as pissed of at the world
And now I'm not just a victim
You made me into a monster just like you
Just like those
I tried so hard not to be, like you, nail my hateful sins on the mirror in front of me
In a public bathroom
Your blood runs down the drain into the see
Hey buddy I'm sorry this is how we had to meet
I don't know your name but you're bleeding at my feet
This is not the night that I had planned
I didn't want to break the fingers in your had
And I hope you can understand
It will heal faster than it takes to trust myself again
I don't want to be a monster anymore
I don't want to go back to what I used to be before
No, I don't wanna be a monster anymore
The thing I used to be
I don't want it to be a part of me
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Sugar Hill
01:07
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If you want to get your eye knock out
If you want to get your fill
If you want to get your eye knocked out
Climb old Sugar Hill
Five cents in my pocket
Ten dollars in my bill
If I had two dollars more
I'd climb old Sugar Hill
Jay bird and a sparrow hawk
Had a little fight together
They jerked around the briar branch
But never jerked a feather
If I had no horse/bike to ride
You'd find me a-walkin
Up and down old Toenail Gap
I'd hear that woman talkin'
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Go Tell Aunt Rhody
00:56
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Go tell aunt Rhody
The old grey goose is dead
The One she's been saving
To make her feather bead
The goslings are mourning
Because their mother's dead
The old gander's weeping
Because his wife is dead
She died in the mill pond
Standing on her head
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Skip To My Lou
01:16
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Bike Gangin'
00:34
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Dumpster diving, treacherous, deathercising
Bike thugs on the attack
Sexier than Jack Black
Bike racing, face defacing, DIY, riding by
We are some crafty bitches
We do our own stitches
Riding trough awful weather
We will unite together
All these roads we'll have to own
So you won't have to ride alone
I love my bike gang
My bike gang loves me
We shout all night long
Together we ride free
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Bile Dem Cabbage Down
01:16
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Bile dem cabbage down
Turn dem hoecakes round
The only song that i can sing
Is "Bile Dem Cabbage Down!"
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I wish I had a bushel, I wish I had a peck
I wish I had a rope to tie around George Bush's neck
Old Dick Cheney won't last long, I'll tell you the reason why
We're gunna salt his beef and hang him up to dry
Round and round bush's grave
Round and round we go
Gunna lay that poor boy down
He won't get up no more
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