You lie in the graveyard. Well, you're rotting away. When I talk to you daily. You've got nothing to say. . You lie in the graveyard. Well, you are down making plans.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!. I don't give a fuck about the FBI. I don't give a fuck about the CIA. I don't give a fuck about LSD. I don't give a fuck about anything.
Come, come, come, a come to me. I said a come on down where 'a I can see. I said you better be aware of what I do. You said you never gonna see 'a what I been through.
I could have a real good time if I had a gun. I know, well, I know, the things I do and say. And if I did not have no gun, well, I know, I know. I've got a knife.
Live it and breathe it. You know that I do. When you are alone, I think of you. Love it and leave it. And know when you're done. Watch out for this girl.
Ain't that hard to live alone. Ain't that far to be from home. Cause gravity can never pull me down. Calculate the days I've spent proscinating. God knows when.
when i was young. i took it extremes. playing ape once in a while. years passed by like fleeting dreams. against the sun. . though our hearts be wrapped in sorrow.
Theres never been a better time than right now. To get up outta the dirt. Out the dirt. Theres never been a better time than right now. To get up outta the dirt.
Hey Joe howdy rianbow. Claustrophobic hour. Sittin by the jewel in the. Crown noisy motor sounds. Go go the cops are comin. You gotta move your cars. Think you're samrt parking free.
Met the mailman this mo'nin. About a quarter to nine. Well, he gave me a letter. And then he said it was mine. . So I opened that letter. Then I reads what it said.
And I'm gonna hold my baby. Whiles I got a chance. I'm gonna hold a-dear baby. Whiles I got a chance. I'm gonna hold my baby. Whiles I gotta chance. 'Cause I may not get a chance.
Med dende sol og mne. starter ferd til skyggenes hav.. Bjrnen vil blferd bivne.. Liket legges i steintung grav.. . Bakom slr hres jordens grt;. sommerens lys som forsvinner,.
[Musik und Text Dezember 1992 a.y.p.s.]. . Trnen aus den Augen so kalt, Trnen aus den Augen,. in das Gras so grn.. Als ich hier liege, wird die Brde von mir genommen.
Green Sleeves. (Robert Burns). Green sleeves and tartan ties. Mark my true love where she lies;. I'll be at her or she rise,. My fiddle and I thegither,-.
Marcus Garvey's words come to pass. Marcus Garvey's words come to pass. . Can't get no food to eat. Can't get no money to spend, woo. Can't get no food to eat.
In the chest of one forgotten. Holds a secret unbearable to most. Wanting to rest thinking it's nothing. Raises s glass, proposes a toast. . Who relinquish their trust.
She was 47, he was like a drunken duck. he thought he was in heaven, all he wanted was a f*ck. . [Chorus]. GILF-Killa - No No No. . His name is GILF-Killa and he takes what he gets.
You just stay here behind your desk. Waiting for the next one to come. Leave your feelings at the door. For eight hours a day. To you I'm just a number in a long list to come.
Woke up this morning and I saw something strange. I thought I was still dreaming and I didn't see it change. Disunified nations, dancing to one song. Army in the street, giving the right beat.