letra de fine feathers - patron saint of bridge burners
oh, knave am i, and a confidence man, to steal both your plot and your plan
but if i’m to die, then i’d rather i be hanged as a sheep for a lamb
gossiping grandmother, gossamer gatherer
gave up my globetrotting, gun-running grandfather
a blunder that bothered my father forever
i bet you my bottom and most-valued dollar
he soberly suffers his swindling son-singer
oh, his family suffered, take me at my word
and my father’s four forfeitures may ruffle my feathers
but fine feathers, my friend, do not make a fine bird
make no mistake, for heaven’s sake
i let the chips fall as they may
but make no mistake, making mistakes is a game at which many can play
my father’s father, and his father’s father, and his father’s father
a fraud and finagler, even carpenter, conjurer, cadaver, converter
what’s sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander
though i may be too ruffled to resemble either
i cash all the worms, and i eat all my words
and much like one swallow does not make a summer
fine feathers, my friend, do not make a fine bird
letras aleatórias
- letra de tomorrow never knows - dj harrison
- letra de bred - slovaqq
- letra de seni her gördüğümde - hav hav!
- letra de drive - samantha miller
- letra de (all) deine farben - patrick lindner
- letra de piramide - post nebbia
- letra de só vai dar eu - iguinho e lulinha
- letra de parasita - ayakashi (bra)
- letra de colonel - zani rams
- letra de i'm still waiting - river city people