MILLENCOLIN


Israelites Lyrics

Poor me, Israelites

I get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed

Poor me, Israelites

My wife and my kids they packed up and leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen

Poor me, Israelites

Well, shirt them a tear-up, trousers are gone
I don?t want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde

Poor me, Israelites

And after a storm there must be a calm
They catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm

Poor me, Israelites

I get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed

Poor me, Israelites

My wife and my kids they packed up and leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen

Poor me, Israelites

Shirt them a tear-up, trousers are gone
I don?t want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde

Poor me, Israelites
Poor me, Israelites
Poor me, Israelites

Poor me, Israelites
Poor me, Israelites

Correct these lyrics

Watch Millencolin Israelites video
Hottest Lyrics with Videos
b67b16dfc9126da9a9bbf8946dfe3a11

check amazon for Israelites mp3 download

Songwriter(s): Desmond Dekker
Publisher(s): Beverleys Records Ltd., Sparta-florida Music Group Ltd.
Record Label(s): 1997 Burning Heart Records, Under Exclusive License To Epitaph
Official lyrics by

Rate Israelites by Millencolin (current rating: N/A)
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
Meaning to "Israelites" song lyrics no entries yet
required
capthca required

Characters count
: min. 50 characters