As I walked under london bridge One misty morning early, I overheard a fair, pretty maid, Lamenting for her geordie. ''my geordie will be hanged with
I see your dirty face Hide behind your collar What is done in vain Truth is hard to swallow So you pray to God To justify the way you live a lie, live
commit murder all Geordie's bullets were blank Set Geordie free, coz Geordie's not guilty He's a good guy the guy they never saw the coppers were mistaken Geordie
Geordie girl, She gave him earache and penal warts. Penal warts... Tardy Lass Geordie girl, She talked and talked he couldn't understand a thing. Tardy Lass Geordie
I can remember the day when I had nothing to say Just look at me now I'm shouting Hey, hey, hey Ooh, I feel good, ooh, I feel good It's all because of
Oh Lord, what's wrong with me I can't seem to be what I wanna be And it's not for the sake of tryin' I tried so hard, God know, and felt like dyin' And
Now Geordie's found his liggy Oh, Geordie's found his liggy Oh, Geordie's found his liggy Along the Scotswood Road Everybody, Geordie's found his liggy Oh, Geordie
Natural Born Loser lyrics How come everything that I do Never seems to go right Every turn I take to the left Seems I should have gone right Guess I'm
Can you do it? Can you do it? Do it like you did last night Can you do it? Can you do it? Do it like you did last night Oh, oh, sure felt alright Oh,
do that Don't do that, don't do that, don't do that Well, don't do that Hey - hey - hey - hey Hey - hey - hey ? hey Grab your partner by the hand C'mon down to Geordie
I've been wond'ring what you been thinking What's going on in your mind? Do you deceive me? Will you ever leave me? What's going on in your mind? Yeah
here, sitting in my room, with The Replacements and Husker Du, like a rebel without a clue and the Beatles and the Stones get to hang out with Ramones
Eyes dried tight gotta get myself together need a kickstart cocktail, ten percent coffee with a high rise family size, guaranteed to catonize the little
life has teeth, and bites the feeding open hand you wanna be in a band? I got to feeling, I got too much, too soon, too fucked up I don't know I got to
{pyro!!}{pyro!!} aaaaaaaahhh... out of the misery {(hup, hup, hup, hup!)} to wash my soul out of the ground with a new eight count I never came to Rock
"Gee mister you got the best answering machine message I ever heard" drags me round all day just like a ball on a chain or a tooth pain when I confess
well I pushed on that button but that button was on too tight - right! that kind of bull shines morning, noon and night then, I get to see her face again
in the trials of my youth, on my way to being man there was caustic words of ill advice I'd never understand but their hometown dreams were shattered
