Somewhere between the headlines are all the lies in black and white And everything we've worked for is just a memory And we've been holding out for something
, no banner waves, See the empty pole above his empty grave. No one knows where he lies, and no one know just why he had to die. A banner year 1868
's 'bout that grammar From any state it don't matter, from here to Montana From white girls name Anna, to old ladies name Manna They hold'n up they banners
Took a break since the Cuban, niggas lookin' like you just repped wrong You done slimmed down a bit, got caught with the hammer Steal banners, medical
my iris cut down the glare Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure My clan a make me rhyme like d. banner under pressure No surprise
! A perfect hit! And no pain for the target. Too bad the guy was only 38. Just 2 years older, He'da been worth 3 times the points. But for the second year
, let's speed it up, y'all hear people talking 'bout Who high, who not, I'm back in Man, they don't know we fixing to kill the game this year Killa, yeah
? Look out to the setting sun, the brink of your vision Eternal youth is a landscape of a lie The cracks of my skin can prove, as the years will testify
private use But she won't take a stand 'Cause she might get tagged as a closet Jesus fan Sign on, the time is drawing near This is surely a banner year
blow through my hair Breath on an undying ember It doesn't take much to remember Those eloquent songs from the good old days That set us to marching with banners
From: Kevin Screeching Weasel 7" "You Broke My Fucking Heart" The American Dream (Weasel) Oh say can you see the star spangled banner flying can
Sixteen years Sixteen banners united over the field Where the good shepherd grieves Desperate men, desperate women divided Spreading their wings neath
my hand Will you still wait for me? Will you still cry for me? Come and take my hand There's a moment in life when all the years will pass by And the
Christ was just an ordinary man But he was wise, much wiser than the rest The few to see wrote tales 'bout him but time perverted it all The banner's
hates the declaration of independence, too. I hates the glorious union, just dripping with our blood. I hates the striped banner, and fitted all I could I road with Robert E. Lee, For three years
you all build up the fall Of my betterment With greener grass But taller fence Get us some confetti here We had us a banner year I see your garbage