it's Christmas time at all? Tom Chaplin: Feed the world Tom Chaplin & Chris Martin: Feed the world Tom Chaplin & Chris Martin & Sugababes: Feed the world Tom Chaplin & Chris Martin
I know it doesn't seem that way But maybe it's the perfect day Even though the bills are piling And maybe Lady Luck ain't smiling But if we'd only open
know it's Christmas time at all? Tom Chaplin: Feed the world Tom Chaplin & Chris Martin: Feed the world Tom Chaplin & Chris Martin & Sugababes: Feed the world Tom Chaplin & Chris Martin
[Verse One] Life is but a dream to me I don't wanna wake up Thirty odd years without having my cake up So I'm about my paper 24/7, 365,366 in a leap
the beds of trucks We were stumbling our way through life till our senior year But man we sure did learn a lot in that Wal-Mart parking lot In that Wal-Mart
and just get nauseous And walk around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin Startin' shit like some twenty six year old skinny Cartman I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
watch and just get nauseous And walk around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin Startin' shit like some 26 year old skinny Cartman I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
to see what he's seen But then I'd take 'em right back, to see Martin Luther's dream I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther we made it But half of
you to the curb there's more to my attitude than the city of Johanesburg styles are mean but this year they're even meaner carrying chips on my shoulder so call me Sarafina gaurantee ?? martin
gold Look at your reflection in my shine, find Pissy hallways are always on my mind But not tonight, I'm sittin' on chri-dome Makin' more waves than
1] So you go straight to the mall and call your girlfriend up tell her you bought a fuck?em girl dress nuttin? less-more-than-a thinner-sinner-Chris
and just get nauseous and walk around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin startin shit like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!") I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
[Chris Martin] Just because I'm losing, Doesn?t mean I'm lost, Doesn't mean I'll stop Doesn't mean I will cross Just because I'm hurting, Doesn?t mean
Chris Allison caught it all on Neive He hummed and hawed and became a pest Twittering on about the old Neive desk We had to call in Keith and Miles When Chris
know I wear shit out I write rhymes like white lines On the nose tray Ice cold, Ice Cube flow like O'Shea Riding shot gun with Chris Martin my DJ Not
Parody of "Livin' La Vida Loca" by Ricky Martin (Robbie Rosa/Desmond Child), Warner/Timberlane/A Phantom Vox Publishing (BMI)/Universal Music Publishing
Parody of "Whatever You Say by Martina McBride (Ed Hill/Tony Martin) Careers-BMG Music Publishing Inc./Music Hill Music/Hamstein Cumberland/Baby Mae Music
pride and We?re marchin? side by side and My people laugh, my people cry My people ride and die Who are my people? Dr. Vernon Johns Dr. Martin Luther
