Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dollywood , by - Hail Mary Mallon. Release date: 09.11.2014
Song language: English
Dollywood |
| Ollie on a dime, golly what a leap |
| Posse in effect, poppy in his tea |
| Dotty I’m a rebel, cut away the pattern |
| Coffee on the dash, Muppets Take Manhattan |
| Circulate the pest, faded corpse paint |
| Old tanuki suit, Gang of Four tape |
| Gold Bazooka Tooth, eerie audio |
| Don’t go in the light, here’s Bobby, go |
| Platinum half a ton, milli magnum |
| Silly, rabid, dumb, trick the pinky ring |
| Campers, pack a gun, run you ragged from |
| Trouble as it comes, Mr. fifty winks |
| City bully brawl, if he could he’d call |
| Whitney’s wooden hall home for holiday |
| Lizzy, thinning hair, is he sitting there |
| Dizzy pigeon stare, shit is commonplace |
| Happy to be on the food chain at all |
| Happy to be on the food chain at all |
| Happy to be on the food chain at all |
| Happy to be on the food chain at all |
| Appetite of ten, hoodie on his mop |
| Racing RC Cars, rubicon across |
| Baby, party hard, copy, understood |
| How are you today? |
| Jolly fucking good |
| Treading water in a dying industry |
| Covering his face, hiding in the wings |
| Born to hammer nails, bang a leader up |
| Die anonymous, face the Beelzebub |
| Razor on the edge, pray you stop instead |
| Save your honest men money’s medicine |
| Let your flag fly, rep your half pride |
| Temper’s bad, implied once he’s jettisoned |
| Get him to the Greek, I bet he wouldn’t eat |
| Heavy pudding cream sitting on a dock |
| Feather, hair and beard, whether they appeared |
| Never shed a tear, shit is none o’clock |
| Happy to be on the food chain at all |
| Happy to be on the food chain at all |
| Happy to be on the food chain at all |
| Happy to be on the food chain at all |
| Circling a drain, eye a lion’s share |
| Fighting evil art, lions, tigers, bears |
| Violent sea of sharks, baddies vaporize |
| Do not stare into the glassy manga eyes |
| Gangly overbite, city folk amok |
| Taketh no shits, giveth no fucks |
| Little green men, pull a killer card |
| Fire in the sky, vultures in the yard |
| blitz, borders on the fritz |
| Mortars, comets, sticks, stone a minor threat |
| Pour the pot of piss, sorting on a whiff |
| War of opposite and open sinuses |
| Time release remain, I can see the rain |
| Why believe in vain, climb the Benny Hill |
| Live, at least today, spy the thief invade |
| Find the cheapest way to cry when Kenny’s killed |
| Happy to be on the food chain at all |
| Happy to be on the food chain at all |
| Happy to be on the food chain at all |
| Happy to be on the food chain at all |