brand new kinda guy Brass knuckles and birds on a wire retire But no one gets free I'd pay to tear these chains away This steel sympathy Cut bait and cold black forty weight No one can sing
what a lad he played the whole lot. The old church bell will ring (will ring) The old Church choir did sing. (will sing) They all turned out to wish
silver on it's wings And the velvet voices all shall join the singing The cymbals flash, the drums they crash The trumpets rise the song The brass beton
it under the sea The newt play the flute The carp play the harp The plaice play the bass And they're soundin sharp. The bass play the brass The chub
to hear it Under the sea The newt play the flute The carp play the harp The plaice play the bass And they sounding sharp The bass play the brass The
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and an easy touch Throwing ashes in the pixie dust Locked and loaded right off the bus It's got us numbered, the two of us Sing that gospel and get
like a heart And whisper forever "Never part." Be true, 'cause I love you. Bridge: Shadows write words of love a - cross our path; Birds sing
You simple thing undone by suffering I'll help you to build back your crumbling wall Not worth a thing Brass tacks and angel wings But you've found your
A little jazz is just a bit of this and that Sometimes we sing, sometimes we play, sometimes we scat But most of all, it's how you feel about the groove
I got a feeling about you love, who?s been fooling who Crazy eyes, I been a foolin? you You sing songs about brass buttons and your shiny silver shoes
like they wanna hold hands 'cause once I blow they know that I'll be the man All because I'm the lead singer of my band [Proof] They say the lead singers
You look like gold to me And I'm not too blind to see You look like gold Said you look like gold And you make me want to sing With all the joy you bring
't say a word Pappa's gonna buy you a mockingbird If that mockingbird don't sing Pappa's gonna buy you a diamond ring If that diamond ring turns brass
of prison moons Are shattered by the sun. I walk a road, horizons change The tournaments begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The choir softly sing
of prison moons Are shattered by the sun I walk a road, horizons change The tournament's begun The purple piper plays his tune The choir softly sing
prison moons Are shattered by the sun. I walk a road, horizons change The tournament's begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The choir softly sing;