you hear it it'll burn your face as sulfuric acid If you're holdin' the microphone I suggest you pass it. Hand it over quickly Sickly's the only way
This used to be paradise At the birth of time Giving way to free enterprise Now we're ruled by crime Frayed, overrun In the name of prosperity We tear
these cold sweats when i´m far away from home And if I could just hear your voice one more time I might have a little inspiration to continue My life in a way
code. That signal go. There's a stain on the grass That's calling us home You lie inside for the Transistor send. My heart skips a beat. Lie blinded.
't quite say He just doesn't want to leave it that way Although he may not know it yet Unless I miss my bet He's just trying to forget What his heart
to die He was so damn good he never had to brag And I'm tellin' you men keep Your eighteen year old daughters off of my back And your wives, they like the way
know each other They call it family You may end up six-feet-under Anywhere and anytime It's a one-way-street with a thousand lanes And a million ways to die A thompson sub-machine
I remember as if it were a meal ago Said, Tommy the Cat as he reeled back to clear Whatever foreign matter may have nestled its way into his mighty throat
groove Spinning around in a circle Further and further we go In my time machine taking a ride One thousand years ago when I made you mine My time machine
the damn thing baby Cmon bring it now Go back like 8 tracks and cadillacs Way before crack even similac Hell wit the wire taps New booby traps Hear the
machines shaky somnambulist shiver out all your screams go to the room with the chair and wait for your life scared that the voices i hear may never
Shocklee - sadler - ridenhour When I'm talkin' rhyme time To blow your mind time some say It's nothing worse than a verse To hear some nigger curse They
Oh I know, I know it sounds crazy But baby you're still the one So let's find a way to bring back the days When our hearts were forever young And we
will be like them Muslim Shi'ite attacks Some where along the line, it's like me and 50 made a pact He's got my back, I got his, back, back It's almost
put you on game) I taught them better than that, I taught them aim for the head And hope they never come back I'm glad your daddy's gone, baby, hope he never comes back
back I got that swagga back, I got that swagga back I got my swagga back I got that swagga back, I got that swagga back I got my swagga back I got,
God's world with one mighty blast I'm a machine a computer an engine programed to reap destruction wherever I go I'm a bad risk for my credit is only backed
she'd gone back to Austin 'Cause she talked about it all the time It was almost a year Before she called him up Three rings and an answering machine