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Yezda Urfa
Yezda Urfa
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thomas Mark Tippins
Thomas Mark Tippins
Songwriter

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Shake up your cat, your hat, the rat is protesting
Smile at your bark, unscarf, king buttfish molesting
Common suck fin, begin, 6L6 tube testing
Don't you dare sit on my head!
Stalking the horse who's well fed
'Side over down' the egg said cautiously smoking
Foreign manner silent ear-mite
Tied for second in the stand still
Choice wine, serve the royal guard
It's time to raise the yard God, beat the bag
Men of him we sing aloud and reach into our tiny homeland
Show us goodness, show us grace, and lead us to a bed
Won't you come to dinner
We'll be sure and pick a winner
And abroad a pickled limo for sale
Promise you will do it, find your life
Before they screw it like the little lasting liken George Beak
Nineteenth century forward
Over to the scrupulous partners
While they're sticking muddled throw-up on
Longer lasting faster action torn
Between the outer and the inner markets going for sale
Thunder breaks the ceiling
As the nuns are gently kneeling
And they're praying for the rain to wash-out
Without any reason
To elapse from total meaning
Fructus forming all around your knees
Look on the playground making time, watching a misnomer say them swim ahead, talk to a rubber dead
Morning and nighttime soaking thru, needles rancid beadsmen folklore, sun your face feed on the broken pool
Pay off the left hand, feed the right, what the hell is this here, talk slow, tear it off, lie for you should know
Far from the heart glow near the brain, buck-toothed periwinkle, opera, shiny floor, cream on it carpet store, take revenge
Look on the playground making time, watching a misnomer say them swim ahead, talk to a rubber dead
Morning and nighttime soaking thru, needles rancid beadsmen folklore, sun your face feed on the broken pool
Pay off the left hand, feed the right, what the hell is this here, talk slow, tear it off, lie for you should know
Far from the heart glow near the brain, buck-toothed periwinkle, opera, shiny floor, cream on it carpet store, take revenge
Sordid smiles, for us to take to church walk on thru
Men with style, that pass within the boss spoil the view
Broken tooth, we stand fast, muster strength, wretching fool
Full house move, with dress too long to see, fragment thought
Oooooah eeeeekah oooooah eeeeekah eeeee
Flash, burn, sagging skin, melted metal mass church dig in
Fight over 20 years, soggy, milenia, token smokin' white
Haired old bear running off sideways, silica flour, free air
Twelve tone re-adjust, sew up, blow up, full time, arm us
Circle William blow on, kill them, show us dull erection
Milk it 'til they forecast for snow
(Foreign manner silent ear-mite
Tied for second in the stand still
Choice wine, serve the royal guard
It's time to raise the yard God, beat the bag
Men of him we sing aloud and reach into our tiny homeland
Show us goodness, show us grace, and lead us to a bed)
Count the souls and piles
Of waste toward noon-day
Mandalay churchyard
Forceful crucifix of value
Timeless as the scallions major, change
Take regard and drop the circuit
Witless taking with jaundice
In the end we'll all shine through and disregard who wins
Written by: Thomas Mark Tippins
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