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Frog Eyes - Bushels lyrics
when he stumbled to his wares
at last a penny laugh who awoke 
in the fourth course of the night 
oh when he stumbled to his wares 
He said I'll sail you in the morning 
and now the night night night night sails in the morning 
with his quotas and his bales 
He called his sister, he called his mother 
He got his father, he scorned his mother 
He was what the poor, got a mean mean mean mean 
You don't die, you don't die, you don't sing sing sing sing 
You don't utilize, eulogize your pains 
Though there's a colony in song-oh oh oh oh... 
Oh, though, though he had 
l-l-l-l-lot's to do, he pulled a 
Fly off it's little wing, oh to give the 
The birch birch back it's swing 
Oh, though he had 
l-l-l-l-lot's to do, he pulled the 
wings off a thousand feathered singing birds oh to give the 
earth back it's string 
Oh with his collared whip, with the echoing, with the haunted haunted hundred dollar ship 
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Oh de-ar I'm proud of your gains 
Now with the collared whip, with the vehicle, when you know you know you know you're full of shit 
For the love, for the lives, for the black hood it pays you 
I'll think off on your gains, Oh oh oh 
Oh, though, though he had 
l-l-l-l-lot's to do, he pulled a 
Fly off it's little wing, oh to give the 
The birch birch back it's spring, oh oh oh 
Oh, though, though he had 
l-l-l-l-lot's to do, he pulled a 
Fly off it's little wing, oh to give the 
The birch birch back it's spring, when he pulled a 
Fly, oh offa little wing, oh to give the 
Earth back it's radium swing, oh he pulled a 
its a five thousand feathered radium wings oh to give give give 
the birch back it's spring, oh he pulled a 
Flies offa little wing wing wing wing, oh to give the 
bir-ch back its swing, oh-oh-uh... 
...it's got got to last 
But the wheat wheat wheat's got got to last 
London is cold, but the wheat wheat wheat's got got to last 
When am I going to feel the sting of your sun? 
I was a singer, I sang on your heart 
I was a singer and I sang on your home... 
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