Drunk and lying outside on the lawn Dave, the moon man He'd look up at the blurred stars As the dew on the grass Soaked through the back of his jacket
drown And Adam will have his way Adam will have his way Adam?s on the island Living in the land of love Shadows lurk around him Drunk on the royal jelly
display Check out the odometer and I was on my way 'Cause I'm the High Plains Drifter, the best that you can get A strapped shoplifter, a pirate on
think if you say to yourself, just let him do it and he won't hurt you. Or even more provocative, just let him do it and maybe he'll like you. And of
When you're waiting, waiting on a man Waiting on a man She's checking out the doorway While she's checking out the guy Whose drunk imagination is climbing
thousand dollar system still busts the pause mix So my style be comin' at you more deadlin' than a cobra With these niggaz on my mind like is he drunk
rusty light on the pines tonight Sun pouring wine, lord, or marrow Down into the bones of the birches And the spires of the churches Jutting out from the shadows
And I'll take your soul for a toy After rubbing my eyes I looked all around me At the half-finished drivel I'd worked on for days And I told him my
seen a phantom whisper, grim shadows, shows a blurry picture Streets are filled wit goons and bloody niggas I seen my friend fall, clutchin holdin his stomach Caught him
Techique too deadly Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay long Let's get it on, heavy chow broke, it's not 'bout Shadow boxin', better punch
of Unas Is Behind Him The Conquerer Are Beneath His Feet His Gods Are In Him His Uraei Are on His Brow The Words of Unas Protect Him Unas This Bull of
found it on the street on his way home). He borrowed some SpeedStick from the guy in the apartment behind him. He didn't tell him, though I hope he doesn't mind him
be alright. I've got a Rocky II lunchbox with bills in it And I'll scrape by. I have seen this on some episode Of Maude, Fish, Chips, or the White Shadow
they are sworn So dance, dance, dance Teach us to be true Come, dance, dance, dance 'Cause we love you Images of innocence charge Him go on But the
A failure drifting lost in cold embrace Pain...every cut of pain Makes him bleed and weak, fall from grace On and on I bleed... on and on I bleed Walk
deadly Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay long Let's get it on, heavy chow broke, it's not 'bout Shadow boxin', better punch, you need
my watch 'til the spring broke My, my time is so unkind She got punch-drunk in the moon-shine Old New York, tell me the truth You know him better than
ways Like they were yourself passing yourself not smiling The dead guy you saw me talking to is your boss I tried to put a spell on him but his spirit