Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Garfield, artist - Hail Mary Mallon. Date of issue: 02.05.2011
Song language: English
Garfield |
| Diamond in the back |
| Gun-proof top |
| Ironside metal mouth |
| Kung-fu chop |
| One-way ticket |
| To a three-dog night |
| When there’s six million ways |
| To make these dogs bite |
| Carolina blue ruby |
| Sequence tar heel |
| Carrots, try the soup |
| Green Jesus car wheel |
| Tattoo of a scar |
| Half a sleeveless arm shield |
| Make yer girl wanna put 'em |
| On the glass like Garfield |
| Staring contest Go! |
| You win, I was never good at that |
| Always shook his head of any hooks attached |
| Spit that made us high for days |
| Drag a trail of slime and waste |
| Catch you outside quickie mart, the mini-mall, or time and space |
| I am too looped in systematic moving patterns |
| Meticulously plotted with miniature pewter dragons |
| The dark heart news penny any necromancy |
| On to plan B, panic and channel the nothin' Bambi |
| Key in the door when there’s nobody home |
| Oven is on and there’s mail in the box |
| Rockin the bus on a rotary phone |
| Something awry in the way of the walk |
| Landed in the smokey collat on the way to sturgess |
| Meltin' down the silver from chains and then makin' stirrups |
| Turn upon the news in a segment on wasted purpose |
| When it’s death before dishonor |
| Words before trade insurance |
| Pygmy dart horse and poison place where the circle is |
| Wolf pack legions and heathens that breathe the virgin skins |
| Row bombers for Dora complete with permanent |
| Purple heart fastened to leaf of Adidas turtle tips |
| Oh wooden tangles |
| Wet like a hell-hole |
| So sick spiders tattoo it on the elbows |
| Death star rebuilt |
| Cozy inside the milk bar |
| Jukebox (???)ing |
| For the tune to break the bell jar |
| Zero miss lifting |
| Split-screen, left side’s friend died |
| Right side, a witch’s crypt crypting (Gross) |
| I’m cranky like nobody understands me |
| White tee, dagger in the back, nothing fancy |
| Mayhem of mosaic Passaic river of guppy grief |
| Cause and effect to the timid limb of your hugging tree |
| Cut in a three-way divided amongst a rugby team |
| Who can either take or leave em |
| Or feed em game like it’s Chuck E. Cheese |
| Really rotten doctor shocks of the all stars |
| Newspaper letters that’ll end in his hallmarks |
| Stuck in traffic stoned |
| Stopped at the Walmart |
| While I beast |
| And then maul cops like Paul Blart |
| While I feast |
| Install bombs in doll parts |
| Pawn shops, stalwarts |
| (???), broad swords |
| (???) clocks, long darts |
| Shockin' on a sock drawer |
| Porn drawn arms |
| Jarred prawn hearts |
| I thrilled, killed, coked, and sold with raw matter |
| Milled, spilled guts, and drummed with Thor’s hammer |
| Document the war of the department store’s Santas |
| From the POD of cameras hid in the dog’s antlers |