Texty:
The National John S Star

I wanted to show you John's star And lay down with you in strawberry fields. You said, "you're gonna lay down here; You're gonna lay down alone." I thought

: i wanted to show you john's star and lay down with you in strawberry fields. you said, "you're gonna lay down here; you're gonna lay down alone

is fallin' off It's repentance day It's repentance day Repent for your sins When the gates of Heaven open up And Hell's closin' in It's repentance

nations at thy feet In the bonds of love we meet. Hear our voices, we entreat, God defend our free land. Guard Pacific's triple star From the shafts

the lyrics of John Lennon the spirit of Bob Marley the mind of Amen Dasa the personality of Chris Farley the voice of Janis Joplain the comedy of Andy Coughman the raising star

of light. Surrender now, or prepare to fight. (Chorus) Team Rocket's rockin' Talkin' trouble, walkin' trouble Double trouble, big trouble And trouble's gonna follow you. Team Rocket's

factories still churning out Of that there's not a single doubt There's more snide shit from their flea pits They couldn't give a fucking shit. It's true

knowin About flowin, cause your rhymes are all stolen Another dip on the strip cause task force patrollin But rollin blunts too fat to measure Mexico's national

America and that But you lot keep killing all your best talent We build up our stars and then papers sweep on them And you build on stars and maniacs