I'm on my time with everyone. I have very bad posture Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea. Distill the life that's inside of me. Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea. I'm anemic royalty Give me a Leonard Cohen
tiPennyroyal Tea. arNirvana. alIn Utero. Pennyroyal Tea. Nirvana. Album In Utero. I'm on my time with everyone. I have very bad posture. Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea,. Distill the life that's inside
Pennyroyal Tea. . I'm on my time with everyone. I have very bad posture. . Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea. Distill the life that's inside of me. . Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea. I'm anemic
Pennyroyal Tea. . I'm on my time with everyone. I have very bad posture. . Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea. Distill the life that's inside of me. . Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea. I'm anemic
Pennyroyal Tea. . I'm on my time with everyone. I have very bad posture. . Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea. Distill the life that's inside of me. . Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea. I'm anemic
Pennyroyal Tea. . I'm on my time with everyone. I have very bad posture. . Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea. Distill the life that's inside of me. . Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea. I'm anemic
Pennyroyal Tea. . I'm on my time with everyone. I have very bad posture. . Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea. Distill the life that's inside of me. . Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea. I'm anemic
prophetic age. Old in its time. Flowing veins run on through. Deep in the Rhine. Center of the web. All battles scored. What is our war crimes. (Era forever more. war) Propaganda war ensemble. Burial
dinner time. Teatime. Free time. me time. The time. You'd undo if you could travel in time. Space time. Face time. Hard time. Hammertime. In the meantime. Miller time. Day time. Snack time. Nap time
(jeff hanneman/tom araya). . Propaganda death ensemble. Burial to be. Corpses rotting through the night. In blood laced misery. Scorched earth the policy. The reason for the singe. The
(jeff hanneman/tom araya). . Propaganda death ensemble. Burial to be. Corpses rotting through the night. In blood laced misery. Scorched earth the policy. The reason for the singe. The
(jeff hanneman/tom araya). . Propaganda death ensemble. Burial to be. Corpses rotting through the night. In blood laced misery. Scorched earth the policy. The reason for the singe. The
(Chorus 1). Welcome to the Tea Party. Want to be my VIP?. Didn't RSVP?. That's okay (That's okay). Welcome to the Tea Party. oh oh oh oh. Want to be my VIP?. When I'm all steamed up (up
When I take my sugar to tea. All the boys are jealous of me. 'Cause I never take her where the gang goes When I take my sugar to tea. I'm a rowdy dowdy that's me. She's a high hat baby that's she
I've been working on the land, hot sun got to me. Think I may be dying, bring me your tea. Sheep in the thicket, fruit on the tree. I work till I'm bleeding, bring me your tea The copper is the
have the means in your possession Tea in the Sahara with you. Tea in the Sahara with you The young man agreed. He would satisfy their need. So they danced for his pleasure. With a joy you could not
de dire. O' de blue-collar community! Ensemble. No not now Thing-fish. Yep! hafta do it now! Ensemble. No not now Thing-fish. Now's a good a time as any! Ensemble. No not now Thing-fish. ***
Oh, honey. Picture me upon your knee. With tea for two and two for tea. Just me for you and you for me alone. . Nobody near us to see us or hear us. No friends or relations on weekend vacations
Bring tea for the tillerman, steak for the sun. Wine for the women who made the rain come. Seagulls sing your hearts away. 'Cause while the sinners sin, the children play Oh Lord, how they play
