Egyptian Cowboy
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โฑ๏ธ 4:20 duration
๐ ID: 262050
๐ Lyrics
Strange raves on a Detroit beach
I was reaching for the rhythm but it's out of reach
She was talking to the Buick
She was cutting her tequila with bleach
And she said to me
There's no such thing as an Egyptian cowboy
Your pretty haircut can't help you now, boy
There's nothing we can do for you unless you're willing to kill
Hey, come on and kill.
I think this city could have used a woman's touch
As I'm wading through the toxic waste and such
Cuz everybody here said I won't amount to much
Everybody here said I won't amount to much
When I go from point A to point B I want thrills and chills and blood to spill
But there's never any people on the people mover -
Public transit equivalent of Herbert Hoover
You're never gonna get anywhere because you're standing still
Standing still!
These songs don't write themselves
I've got a music workshop run by elves
Making dozens of records by the trends
Stocking our product on Ikea shelves
Let me state that
My state of mind, mind, mind
Is just fine.
Baby, that's the sound of the years going by
You can find me on the same bar stool just waiting to die.
Three cheers to me, here's mud in your eye.
I said, "Cheers to me, here's mud in your eye"
She came to close out my tab, so I was troubled and she took a stab
And she said to me
There's no such thing as an electric tuba
The Detroit River's not a good place to scuba
The only reason you're here today is cuz we need you to kill
Yeah, kill!
My songs are tasty pies,
Fresh oven-baked and filled with lies
Gobbled up by the dozen by Neanderthal guys
Inhaling the aroma of Canadian lies
Oh my, why you got quite a lot of problems, don't you?
Shake that tambourine!
Shake that shaker machine!
Shake it, low.
Shake it, high.
Shake it.
Shake it.
I was reaching for the rhythm but it's out of reach
She was talking to the Buick
She was cutting her tequila with bleach
And she said to me
There's no such thing as an Egyptian cowboy
Your pretty haircut can't help you now, boy
There's nothing we can do for you unless you're willing to kill
Hey, come on and kill.
I think this city could have used a woman's touch
As I'm wading through the toxic waste and such
Cuz everybody here said I won't amount to much
Everybody here said I won't amount to much
When I go from point A to point B I want thrills and chills and blood to spill
But there's never any people on the people mover -
Public transit equivalent of Herbert Hoover
You're never gonna get anywhere because you're standing still
Standing still!
These songs don't write themselves
I've got a music workshop run by elves
Making dozens of records by the trends
Stocking our product on Ikea shelves
Let me state that
My state of mind, mind, mind
Is just fine.
Baby, that's the sound of the years going by
You can find me on the same bar stool just waiting to die.
Three cheers to me, here's mud in your eye.
I said, "Cheers to me, here's mud in your eye"
She came to close out my tab, so I was troubled and she took a stab
And she said to me
There's no such thing as an electric tuba
The Detroit River's not a good place to scuba
The only reason you're here today is cuz we need you to kill
Yeah, kill!
My songs are tasty pies,
Fresh oven-baked and filled with lies
Gobbled up by the dozen by Neanderthal guys
Inhaling the aroma of Canadian lies
Oh my, why you got quite a lot of problems, don't you?
Shake that tambourine!
Shake that shaker machine!
Shake it, low.
Shake it, high.
Shake it.
Shake it.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:09.01] Strange raves on a Detroit beach
[00:11.75] I was reaching for the rhythm but it's out of reach
[00:15.38] She was talking to the Buick
[00:17.23] She was cutting her tequila with bleach
[00:20.86] And she said to me
[00:23.65] There's no such thing as an Egyptian cowboy
[00:27.39] Your pretty haircut can't help you now, boy
[00:31.02] There's nothing we can do for you unless you're willing to kill
[00:37.37] Hey, come on and kill.
[00:43.77] I think this city could have used a woman's touch
[00:46.45] As I'm wading through the toxic waste and such
[00:50.96] Cuz everybody here said I won't amount to much
[00:54.60] Everybody here said I won't amount to much
[00:58.27] When I go from point A to point B I want thrills and chills and blood to spill
[01:05.43] But there's never any people on the people mover -
[01:09.00] Public transit equivalent of Herbert Hoover
[01:13.67] You're never gonna get anywhere because you're standing still
[01:19.05] Standing still!
[01:21.72] These songs don't write themselves
[01:25.30] I've got a music workshop run by elves
[01:28.95] Making dozens of records by the trends
[01:32.51] Stocking our product on Ikea shelves
[01:37.17] Let me state that
[01:38.91] My state of mind, mind, mind
[01:41.66] Is just fine.
[01:50.68] Baby, that's the sound of the years going by
[01:54.29] You can find me on the same bar stool just waiting to die.
[01:57.87] Three cheers to me, here's mud in your eye.
[02:01.40] I said, "Cheers to me, here's mud in your eye"
[02:06.03] She came to close out my tab, so I was troubled and she took a stab
[02:10.51] And she said to me
[02:13.21] There's no such thing as an electric tuba
[02:16.88] The Detroit River's not a good place to scuba
[02:20.40] The only reason you're here today is cuz we need you to kill
[02:25.96] Yeah, kill!
[02:29.55] My songs are tasty pies,
[02:32.25] Fresh oven-baked and filled with lies
[02:35.95] Gobbled up by the dozen by Neanderthal guys
[02:40.48] Inhaling the aroma of Canadian lies
[02:44.02] Oh my, why you got quite a lot of problems, don't you?
[02:53.02] Shake that tambourine!
[02:58.43] Shake that shaker machine!
[03:01.18] Shake it, low.
[03:03.03] Shake it, high.
[03:05.70] Shake it.
[03:08.42] Shake it.
[04:16.13]
[00:11.75] I was reaching for the rhythm but it's out of reach
[00:15.38] She was talking to the Buick
[00:17.23] She was cutting her tequila with bleach
[00:20.86] And she said to me
[00:23.65] There's no such thing as an Egyptian cowboy
[00:27.39] Your pretty haircut can't help you now, boy
[00:31.02] There's nothing we can do for you unless you're willing to kill
[00:37.37] Hey, come on and kill.
[00:43.77] I think this city could have used a woman's touch
[00:46.45] As I'm wading through the toxic waste and such
[00:50.96] Cuz everybody here said I won't amount to much
[00:54.60] Everybody here said I won't amount to much
[00:58.27] When I go from point A to point B I want thrills and chills and blood to spill
[01:05.43] But there's never any people on the people mover -
[01:09.00] Public transit equivalent of Herbert Hoover
[01:13.67] You're never gonna get anywhere because you're standing still
[01:19.05] Standing still!
[01:21.72] These songs don't write themselves
[01:25.30] I've got a music workshop run by elves
[01:28.95] Making dozens of records by the trends
[01:32.51] Stocking our product on Ikea shelves
[01:37.17] Let me state that
[01:38.91] My state of mind, mind, mind
[01:41.66] Is just fine.
[01:50.68] Baby, that's the sound of the years going by
[01:54.29] You can find me on the same bar stool just waiting to die.
[01:57.87] Three cheers to me, here's mud in your eye.
[02:01.40] I said, "Cheers to me, here's mud in your eye"
[02:06.03] She came to close out my tab, so I was troubled and she took a stab
[02:10.51] And she said to me
[02:13.21] There's no such thing as an electric tuba
[02:16.88] The Detroit River's not a good place to scuba
[02:20.40] The only reason you're here today is cuz we need you to kill
[02:25.96] Yeah, kill!
[02:29.55] My songs are tasty pies,
[02:32.25] Fresh oven-baked and filled with lies
[02:35.95] Gobbled up by the dozen by Neanderthal guys
[02:40.48] Inhaling the aroma of Canadian lies
[02:44.02] Oh my, why you got quite a lot of problems, don't you?
[02:53.02] Shake that tambourine!
[02:58.43] Shake that shaker machine!
[03:01.18] Shake it, low.
[03:03.03] Shake it, high.
[03:05.70] Shake it.
[03:08.42] Shake it.
[04:16.13]