forgotten borough Home of the wallaby champ, we stay thorough Since the days of snatchin' Lee patches Stitching my name in my Kangols so my outfit matches So we mashed out Wave
Lying with you reminds me of those days Me and Candice waking up to a heat wave Mother's in the garden inviting everyone Ooh, we'd cut off our old jeans
Chorus 1 I wake up early in the morning, Hop up in them throne and Wave to them haters like, what's up? (Say, What's up?) See, you might have to yell
don't want pain, I want to walk not be carried I don't want to give it up, I want to stay married I ain't no dog tied to a parked car Ooohhh, new sensations
Running from the park Sleeping out in the rain From falling down the drain Feeling drained from the maimed Mutilated, diseased, disastered, deficient
November Standin' on the roof and I'm feelin' so tender All shook up like I've been in the blender Fend off the demons in the park after dark Lend me
November Standing on the roof and I'm feeling so tender All shook up like I've been in the blender Fend off the demons in the park after dark Lend me
In the hills and highlands I fall asleep in hospital parking lots And awake in your mouth Hello Seattle, I am a mantaray Deep beneath the blue waves
If I could look across the country From California to New Jersey Then I would count the parks and lake resorts And number all the jets and airports All
And go inside the black tube, so when he looked out into the steep Saw this sweet young thing (fender one) Humping on the parking meter, leaning on the parking
acres to my name son we ain't been there Meanwhile up in the D where they holla it up though Thugs blow weed in the park where the club close In Milwaukee
Where are all the stupid people from? And how'd they get to be so dumb? Bred on purple mountain range Feed amber waves of grains To lesser human beings
did when I was a kid, I reach radio waves And now I'm paving the way for a fatal display Might blaze in a haze till I'm dazed Then wave a grenade in
Until the approaching of judgment day Buildings burning, pilgrims, vermin, children Are serving, searching for earnings All go a'lurking Circle the circuit CCTV cameras are perving Don't park
pagan culture), notices Margaret has a friend with her, Martha, the most sophisticated girl in Indiana (Life Has Been Good), and one who has seen action not only at Arlington Park
fo fum, I think I smell the scent of a placenta I enter Central Park, it's dark, it's winter in December I see my target with my car and park and approach
a fuckin' army marchin' in back of me, so many lives I Touch, so much anger aimed, in no particular direction, just sprays and sprays, and straight Through your radio waves