The Owner



1. The Owner Lyrics

Better to collect what they give you Wrap around your neck and never let it go Like an owner Like an owner Wrap around your neck and never let it go Listen to the words sing I'm arriving at your door



2. The Owner Lyrics

Better to collect what they give you Wrap around your neck and never let it go Like an owner Like an owner Wrap around your neck and never let it go Listen to the words sing I'm arriving at your door



3. The Name Game Lyrics

Baby boy with big brown eyes (Get it together) And oh my god, with thick long lashes mind you Crying to the beat of the words project complex Looking out his window (Get it together) Wondering



4. The Triangle Fire (Live) Lyrics

In 1909 from Donegal's shore I sailed to Old New York Town In the harbour Lady Liberty stands I don't believe I'll again see dear Auld Ireland But the promise in these city streets is so grand, and i



5. The Blues (Live) Lyrics

Hey man are you The Tongue? Yeah... G'day mate, how you going? Yeah, sick man, sick Yeah... Let's battle ey Ah mate I'm just... I'm just chilling tonight, I'm just having a beer and Hey Terry check it



6. The Triangle Fire Lyrics

In 1909 from Donegal's shore I sailed to Old New York Town. In the harbour Lady Liberty stands, I don't believe I'll again see dear Auld Ireland. But the promise in these city streets is so grand, an



7. The Evils of Bushey Spon Lyrics

This is the BBC Light Programme. By Jove, it smells good! And now, creaking in every joint, the well-turned knees of The Goon Show. Random arpeggios from a selection of instruments, with 'ta-daa' cho



8. The Owner (Justin Faust Remix) Lyrics

Better to collect what they give you Wrap around your neck and never let it go Like an owner Like an owner Wrap around your neck and never let it go Listen to the words sing I'm arriving at your door



9. The Bells of Rhymney (English Edit) Lyrics

Oh what will you give me? Say the sad bells of Rhymney Is there hope for the future? Say the brown bells of Merthyr Who made the mine owner? Say the black bells of Rhondda And who killed the miner? Sa



10. The Bells Of Rhymney - English Edit Lyrics

Oh what will you give me? Say the sad bells of Rhymney Is there hope for the future? Say the brown bells of Merthyr Who made the mine owner? Say the black bells of Rhondda And who killed the miner? Sa



11. The Bells of Rhymney Lyrics

Oh what will you give me? Say the sad bells of Rhymney Is there hope for the future? Say the brown bells of Merthyr Who made the mine owner? Say the black bells of Rhondda And who killed the miner? Sa



12. The Barley Mow Lyrics

Here's good luck to the pint pot. Good luck to the barley mow. Jolly good luck to the pint pot. Good luck to the barley mow. Here's the pint pot, half a pint, gill pot, half a gill, quarter gill, nipp





14. The Blues Lyrics

[Man: talking] Hey man are you The Tongue? [Tongue:] Yeah... G'day mate, how you going? [Man:] Yeah, sick man, sick [Tongue:] Yeah... [Man:] Let's battle ey [Tongue:] Ah mate I'm just... I'm just chil



15. The Ballad of the Silver Gun Lyrics

Glass rained like diamonds scattered fast across the gloom The heavy sound of booted footsteps echoed like a tomb As Eddie tripped over the brick he'd thrown into the room, a tiny glint of silver caug



16. I Been Dope (The Town Remix) Lyrics

Nigger, I been dope since Reaganomics, son of a crack fiend, holler at me Robbin' niggas for Starter jackets when James West had all the swagger We had that Venice to mall cracking, white tee, 2X Tall



17. Who Framed The A-Team? Lyrics

[aceyalone:] Hello world... Wake up, another beautiful day Time to pack my bags and be on my way It'll be a long trip and a wonderful stay The missions have been assigned and stamped with an 'a' I co



18. Raps of the Titans Lyrics

Yo Punish the game, I grabbed the mic and shut your label down Fuck all the fame, I trash your life then come and take the crown Sean might dock, I make your whore like cock Because before me, shorty



19. Welcome to The Goondox Lyrics

Yo Punish the game, I grabbed the mic and shut your label down Fuck all the fame, I trash your life then come and take the crown Sean might dock, I make your whore like cock Because before me, shorty



20. 1st Movement: Coming Up On the Hour (Overture) Lyrics

The Previi of course were old enough to remember when all the stuff used to work, and would charm people by telling more and more incredible stories about a world, where every morning 50 million peopl



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