I wish that I ain't, I wish that I won't
I buy me some rope, or choke from the smoke.
So one for the road, oh I's a heavy load.
Impeccable word,
Oh, It's a revolutionary war,
In front of your eyes.
A sea of blood followed by paradise.
You think that it's real,
You think that it's all a big deal.
No more the baby, the Milo.
Rest and for all, and it ain't no joke.
I wish I could feel all day long.
Time to relate, relate it to all of the hate.
You think that it's real,
You think that it's all some big deal.
It's off of the rail,
Now it's all off the rails.
I pray that I ain't, I pray that I won't.
I buy me some rope, or choke from the smoke.
And all of the years, seemed like an awful big deal.
On and On Video (MV)
Performed By: Shark Island
Length: 5:00
Written by: Alexander Alfredo Kniepkamp, Christian Heilmann, Richard Czerny, Robert Marshall
Shark Island - On and On Lyrics
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I wish that I ain't, I wish that I won't
I buy me some rope, or choke from the smoke.
So one for the road, oh I's a heavy load.
Impeccable word,
Oh, It's a revolutionary war,
In front of your eyes.
A sea of blood followed by paradise.
You think that it's real,
You think that it's all a big deal.
No more the baby, the Milo.
Rest and for all, and it ain't no joke.
I wish I could feel all day long.
Time to relate, relate it to all of the hate.
You think that it's real,
You think that it's all some big deal.
It's off of the rail,
Now it's all off the rails.
I pray that I ain't, I pray that I won't.
I buy me some rope, or choke from the smoke.
And all of the years, seemed like an awful big deal.
I buy me some rope, or choke from the smoke.
So one for the road, oh I's a heavy load.
Impeccable word,
Oh, It's a revolutionary war,
In front of your eyes.
A sea of blood followed by paradise.
You think that it's real,
You think that it's all a big deal.
No more the baby, the Milo.
Rest and for all, and it ain't no joke.
I wish I could feel all day long.
Time to relate, relate it to all of the hate.
You think that it's real,
You think that it's all some big deal.
It's off of the rail,
Now it's all off the rails.
I pray that I ain't, I pray that I won't.
I buy me some rope, or choke from the smoke.
And all of the years, seemed like an awful big deal.
Writer: Alexander Alfredo Kniepkamp, Christian Heilmann, Richard Czerny, Robert Marshall
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management