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Common Cents Lyrics - Artist : Revivalists, The
This life's as crazy as it seems, son
Don't you ever think twice Get a bullet in your back, boy If a knife won't just suffice You thought you had some common cents Until you wound up flat bro-o-oke Well now you off on the other side Of the fence, you're all alone Just hopin' and a prayin' you don't choke on a big dog bone 'Cause dreamin' is a funny thing You really realize, or sing in vain So I think I think I think Well I think I choose the latter man Oh yes you were an angel And you held me through tha fire All those long, hard nights babe Full of cocaine and desire So if you choose to retire I hope I meet you up in that afterlife The afterlife Tell Janice I'm comin' home Jimmy I won't be late Oh sweet, sweet Brandy You could have never been to my state But if I get us stuck in between At least I'm here in home New Orleans, New Orleans With the ghouls and the goblins, And them hooligans Ya bro-o-o-oke Ya bro-o-o-oke Ya bro-o-o-oke Ya bro-o-o-oke (Ya bro-o-o-oke) (Ya bro-o-o-oke) (Ya bro-o-o-oke) (Ya bro-o-o-oke) (Ya bro-o-o-oke) (Ya bro-o-o-oke) (Ya bro-o-o-oke) (Ya bro-o-o-oke) Yeah Oh yes you were an angel I said yes you were an angel Oh yes you were an angel Said yes you were an angel, yeah Yes you were an angel And you held me through tha fire All those long, hard nights babe Had to sit up and prespire So if you choose to retire I hope I meet you up in that afterlife The afterlife Tell Janice I'm comin' home Jimmy I won't be late Oh sweet, sweet Brandy You could have never been to my state But if I get us stuck in between, yeah At least I'm here in home New Orleans, New Orleans With the ghouls and the goblins, And them hooligans |
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