street he stood And he played real good He was playin' real good for free Me I play for fortunes And those velvet curtain calls I got a black limousine
The black velvet band sticks with its teeth out, falling out of every dumb gum. And its hands stained red are shaking instead of making sense. Lets laugh
the velvet But she's forsaken her fine fine home And Black Jack David is Singing through the green green trees Last night she slept on a fine feather bed Far far from Black
street he stood and he played real good On his clarinet for free Now me, I play for fortune And those velvet curtain calls I got a black limousine and
's out of tune at that His singin' voice it ranges from a sharp to a flat He's just desecrated "The Holy Ground", ripped apart "Black Velvet Band" Sang
placid admirals & that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood Do you know we are ruled by T.V. The moon is a dry blood beast Guerilla bands
the street he stood And he played real good On his clarinet, for free. Now me I play for fortune And those velvet curtain calls I've got a black limousine
Across the street he stood and he played real good On his clarinet, for free Now me, I play for fortunes And those velvet curtain calls I got a black
the street he stood And he played real good He was playin' real good for free Me I play for fortunes And those velvet curtain calls I got a black limousine
lot; johnnie's in the bathroom. I met him in shasta tonight and he's just Incredible. he's got this long, straight, black hair and he wears all this silver jewelry, velvet
' the fan Elvis on velvet, don't know why it makes me blue Elvis on velvet, it's got a strange effect on you Elvis on velvet, somehow it makes me mad
a low-cut black satin dress Slit up the front and down the back She wore black high-heeled shoes With laces that went up her ankles She wore black velvet
street he stood And he played real good On his clarinet, for free Now me, I play for fortune And those velvet curtain calls I've got a black limousine
Monday, time for Alchemy I'm buried behind the gallery come in and see a band from Norway or Japan pick up the CD while you're able someone on a
in the bathroom. I met him in Shasta tonight and he's just incredible. He's got this long, straight, black hair and he wears all this silver jewelry, velvet
the street he stood And he played real good On his clarinet, for free Now me I play for fortunes And those velvet curtain calls I've got a black limousine
admirals & that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood Do you know we are ruled by T.V. The moon is a dry blood beast Guerilla bands are
on beaches in the Riviera, tan and doused in Coconut scented lotion Wish I was there the story rare enough to merit an endangered species Tagging velvet