Ain't it great not a moment too late. And I been waiting for this all my life. Ain't it swell like a sweet southern belle. And I can finally see why I'm alive.
What's wrong with me, I just been layin' around. Wishin' it'd be like it was before I fell out. Now is there any chance, that I can find romance. Like we had back then, oh I want it again.
Farewell old friends. This has been the best it could've been. Farewell old friends. And we won't forget the times we've spent. . As for me and my countrymen.
Now is there any chance. That I can find romance?. Like we had back then. Oh I want it again. . You said you'd hold on to me. You always wanted for it to be.
she drifts between the trees. so sad and lonely. sometimes she thinks that she is me. and sometimes i wish i was her. take my hand, and come with me for awhile.
Down at the end of the freeway. Just behind some laundromat. There's a real gone little night spot. Just for real gone cats. It's called the Flat Top Joint.
zippo's toilet paper yeah thats true and the ashtrays just a petting zoo. were not gonna piss in a cup no were gonna fuk shit up. shooting up and smokeing dope live fast die young is what we hope.
dont forget the struggle dont for get the streets. you dont have to worry youre such a creep. the lower east side is the place thats true. but its for fighting cops not for fighting you.
It's so real that you can taste. This whole world has gone to waste. You feel crippled. It's not real what you've become. . (Hypnotized so many times that you're paralyzed).
Parents raging on and on. don't know what the fuck is going on. kids are runnin' all over town. can't sit still they're gonna bring you down. . [Chorus:].
You tried to control everything. You tried to live through me. You tied my hands with your condescension. I was always walking on glass. You kept me locked in the past.
we traveled the country in pursuit of good times. waiting to see what was around every corner. such a beautiful summer. happened so long ago. but I still cherish the memories.
Thick as a wooden block, white-walled tire. Thin as a blade of grass, pointed spire. . From here to Burma, the time it takes to get to you. From here to Burma, how far it is from me to you?.
I've been waiting on the fault line,. Living evil take me on. I'll be standing with my dying bed. If you care to come along. . Racing with the rising tide to my father's door.
I watched you look through the few. Just like you told me you'd do. And now you live for the star that you reflected to use. I never noticed the time, but now it's start to unwind.
The moon was bright. on this mystical night. our studs were saddled. and their cinches were tight. . Yea on every night of the full moon. we rode through the land of our homes.
Hyman Naugthon sat down to write a song,. with the help of some expensive words,. he was comin' right along.. He wrote about his troubles,. and then he wrote of death..
Flying Horse of Louisiana,. were you ever unknown?. Did your crowd fail to cheer?. Were you left standing and forsaken with your tears?. . Flying Horse of Louisiana,.
Grab a fistful of love. It can't hurt. Grab a fistful of love. It can't hurt. Grab a fistful of love. It can't hurt. Grab a fistful of love. It can't hurt.
Got the world at the tip of my fingers. Women in the palm of my hand. If life gets much better. Better watch out for this man. 'Cause I'm a rapper and I'm a scrapper.