it Hold on, don't get me wrong, now wait just a minute I'm not talkin' about the daisy chains and good pot I'm talkin' about the Grateful Dead dreadlock
the first one tore a picture Of a dead and hanging man Who was kissing foreign fishes That flew right out from this hands And when I put my arms around
dead like Sid I'll be grateful when you're dead I'll be grateful when you're dead I'll be grateful when you're dead So don't stick around too long Riding
he was penniless. Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every year thousand of
Upstate we puff grate and stay with the sticky like duct tape Always pushing my self and steady knowing the ledge Black man over 21 supposed to be dead
gangsta bitches I diminish ideas of bringin beef Before the thought even finishes I wanna see red, blood from a chicken head 'for I wild the fuck out like the grateful dead
to be man thats why when u take a shot Its not gon be hennessy man I drop plots on my enemie man,blam I cant let it slide and ride around petrified
like... was he fixing a carburetor or something. I love you, honey... Anyway, I start to fool around. And I start screwing around. Which is fooling around
about to happen in the next few hours I've entered a world with billions of flowers Pixies all dancing all around my head Chillin' to the melodies of the Grateful Dead
I'm warnin ya's So take heed to that Before you bleed, in fact I'm keepin niggaz outta my head Outta my head Instead, they bled They dead, call the Feds
Fighting moose you sound as soft as a goose We all hang with tickets for Van Halen Orifice, Autopsy, Def Leppard and Spaz C'mon, drop the jazz Grateful Dead
Sandy has seen a tornado more times than she's seen the grateful dead... She lives in oklahoma, Where the storms come prairie fed, And the numbers keep
knew that we'd grow old. Chorus: Its like twisted sister meets mr mister. It's like a shout at the devil (shout, oh) meets a careless whisper. It's like Motorhead and the grateful dead
bitches I diminish ideas of bringin' beef Before the thought even finishes I wanna see red, blood from a chicken head For I wild the fuck out like the grateful dead
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claim to be gangstas and sue As soon as you split 'em, it's a cold world Be grateful that the Lord's forgivin' and be happy That you ain't dead or sittin
little help, and a lot of advice Quit while you're ahead, you ain't seein' no bread and Don't sleep on us, you can sleep when you're dead And grateful
hate everything (2x) I hate the Grateful Dead Their hippi fans are such a waste Everything about them Even Jerry's ugly face CHORUS I hate working around