| Original Lyrics | Munged Lyrics |
|---|---|
| Stone cold cell Raised from hell Holdin' me For first degree One more morn For calm, for dawn You shall see They'll come for me I confessed I've been blessed All I need is one last request I'll only ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons] |
Stone cold sell Raised from hell Holdin ' mi Fore first degree Won moor morn Fore calm, fore dawn Yew shall sea They'll come fore mi Eye confessed I've bean blessed Awl Eye knead is won last request Aisle only get up inn the mourning Tearin ' down the songs Hearing the radio Blarin ', darin ', dancin ' vigorly down the haul Weal get inn the do, Eye did it Shoo-bee-doo's and awl Give us the grass around too tumble down That gobbles hour weigh, rock'n'roll Eye wanna get up inn the mourning Tearin ' down the walls I've got too face my music For Eye face my lord Too think this is over A crazy kind of show Can't any of yew tell mi Is they're a better weigh too go Owe know ! 5:15 Now's the thyme Aisle bee fine Here's my music won moor thyme Aisle bee hear inn the early mourning Tearin ' down the song Knockin ' the radio Blarin ', darin ', dancin ' vigorly down the haul Aisle get inn the do, did it Shoo-bee-doo's and awl Watchin ' the grass around A rollin ' round too good old passion rock'n'roll Aisle bee hear inn the early mourning Tearin ' down these walls The music played and Eye must say Eye really had a bawl And now Eye guess Eye gotta go and meat those od people down the haul Eye don't wanna go this weigh Though Eye no I've gotta pay Wood it change things anyway If Eye said I'd like too stay Watt da ya say |
No. 5243605 Smith
Bryan Adams
| Complexity: | 62 | Readability: | 69.49 | Sentiment: | 6 | Word Count: | 250 | Unique Words: | 134 |