. The best joke I ever will You're my compass, my magnetic north. You keep this old ship on course. Without you we would all be lost. So I'm begging you, to stay true When I write, you're the perfect
Heathens from the north, yeah, hey Dress in armour, bring your sword and shield. And your lucky charm. In dragon ships we'll sail the seven seas. Under guiding stars Into battle, we will ride
Have you seen the North. That cold gray place. Don't want it's shadow anymore. On my face A man grows bitter. We're a bitter race. Some of us never get to see. A better place In the Northern
I pull a mad scheme. All around the North Side. Chasin a sweet thing. So unsatisfied. Every time I try. Crazy bout a North Side Gal I got some good talk. But not enough game. Wooin a sweet
ass is up north. Straight on the course for upstate New York. Stress, smokin back to back cigarettes. It popped off, one point in the mess hall. But to avoid that, from head to toe, dipped in all
