here awhile In the bathroom, flat irons and nail files Spending hours in salons on your hairstyles In the mall steady racking up the air miles Hit the gym, step on the scales
I was walking, was living My melody was acapella There?s a beat I was missing No tune, or a scale, I could play - The sound in the distance No orchestra
I know we gon be here awhile In the bathroom flat irons and nail files Spending hours in salons on your hairstyles In the mall steady racking up the air miles Hit the gym step on the scales
I know we gon be here awhile in the bathroom flat irons and nail files spending hours in salons on your hairstyles in the mall steady racking up the air miles hit the gym step on the scales
sour cream eggs and oil Its the stolen blood of the earth Used to make cars run and kill the fish Who me? I play scales The scales of dead fish of oil
took a bus and I took a train Got down South Met this man Mario the guitar in his hand He don't like music From the U.S. Bite his nails Practice scales
how married are you Mary Ann How married are you Mary Ann how much of a chance do I stand On a scale of one to ten how married are you Mary Ann [ ac.guitar
mind break my mind oh Lord Cause if you leave you're gonna leave a babblin' fool behind [ ac.guitar ] Baby oh baby say you'll take your suitcase off of the scales
flat irons and nail files spending hours in salons on your hairstyle in the mall steady racking up the air miles hit the gym step on the scales stare
semi rig from Denver to the coast of Maine And every truck driver and highwayman well they all knew big Mack's name He stepped into a diner by the scales
find one to hold me tight but I could never make believe it's alright Six days on the road and I'm a gonna make it home tonight [ guitar ] ICC is a checkin
stiflin', I'm triflin' upholdin' a rifle Peerin' from behind the eyes of God, we at odds with ourselves What is it worth when this barren metropolis prevail Scale
So I met a guy He's from New Jersey Took me out to get some food What you do I asked I play the guitar Well baby I play the guitar too Do you have
find one to hold me tight but I could never make believe it's alright Six days on the road I said I'm a gonna make it home tonight [ guitar - steel ]
't be slow take the kids and get below If we don't hurry it'll surely get us all I ran across the field so scared my lips was scaled To warn my mom to
But I was raised in middle England, and not in Nashville Tennessee, And the only person in my band is me. A simple scale on an old guitar, and a punk
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Warren cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals) Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals) Ike willis (lead vocals) Peter wolf (keyboards
