life's for the living While you're alive While you're alive Bring out the gin and the small violins I'm a raging success as a failure And it's colder
and homie you can't tell She my personal head doctor she proper as hell Keep it on the D L, she neva kiss and tell Drop the top for the sex appeal Three screens, leather, wood, it's
, "Northern who?" I said, "It's Northern State, haven't you heard of my crew?" Yo we rock the stage anyway we want Hell I'll rock this party like a debutante River dale's
whisper out of you She took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue The fairground's lit, a drunk man sits By the gate she's driving through Got his
underwear. ROD You make that very Small apartment We share a hell. NICKY So do you, That's why I'm in hell too! ROD It sucks to be me! NICKY No,
On Avenue Q!! Sucks to be me! On Avenue Q! Sucks to be you On Avenue Q Sucks to be us But not when were together! We're together here on Avenue Q! We
Avenue Q!! Sucks to be me! On Avenue Q! Sucks to be you On Avenue Q Sucks to be us But not when were together! We're together here on Avenue Q!
wind From deep inside it's empty shell A cathedral bell begins Ringing out it's toll A storm begins to grow Sworn to avenge Condemn to hell Tempt not
weapon Next time check if the safety's on Trigger happy fingers can expose the gun Woah, what a tangled web you've spun Now it's on son, I'm about to
) Let's go for dolo, biatch and watch me flow yo' shit Mr, Makaveli movin' pieces like telekinesis It's like a chess game, let's play wit real pieces (Hell
so we grace another table And raise our glasses one more time There's a face at the window And I ain't never, never sayin' goodbye And it's one by one
's trill shit man, it's real talk man It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it It's trill shit man, it's real talk boy It's how we do it, how
the wildest one Wildest one Mask on my face in my laps a gun In ya back seat bring heat to ya avenue Dump on ya first that's what Project Pat will
dreams A chilling descent into a phobic hell Insanity's blade performs it's correctional surgery Impending doom in this blackened room I can give this all away It's
like a bell I grabbed my nine-- All I heard were shells Fallin' on the concrete real fast Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas Bumper to bumper the avenue's
Whatever? Party's over tell the rest of the crew Yo P, it's on you, what you wanna do? Whatever? Party's over tell the rest of the crew Yo P, it's on
but true to the game, I've had enough of you, I've seen your type before, doin the 4's all over the floor, he's flashin his chain's, he's flashing his
- Fuck New York! Fuck Radio City Fuck Lincoln Center Fuck St. Patrick's - Fuck New York! Fuck Hell's Kitchen Fuck NYU Fuck Washington Square - Fuck New York! Fuck Park Avenue