BOIL MY STRINGS LYRICS

Lyrics - Gourds Lyrics - Boil my Strings Lyrics  :: Biography  :: Albums  :: Lyrics Boil my Strings Lyrics Artist(Band):Gourds Review The Song (0) Print the Lyrics  Send "Boil my Strings" Ringtones to Cell  Living down here they throw me down and count me I'm making this up, it keeps my feathers clean and the black boys they kick my ass and tell me that the women their ruby lips are dry. I get angry and I get sad and I lose this sweetness that I used to have and I boil my strings to get them back to gold sleeping in here they give me plenty to eat don't make trouble, make something with the concrete so I fill my pipes with it to break them black boys heads Lord, but I wish I had a gun.  Send "Boil my Strings" Ringtones to Cell  If you find some error in Boil my Strings Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Boil my Strings The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics. Your Name: Your Email: (Notes: Your name and email will be published if you input them) Review about Boil my Strings ------ Performed by Gourds Please enter a title for your review: ------ 11/23/2009 Type your review in the space below:   Download "Gourds" Music

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