Oh snap, you know this track is fly. So get crunked up and don't ask why. Post rap, post punk, post Kurt Cobain. Post Kool Moe Dee post House of Pain.
They burned down Troy to get you back!. Young thing, beauty queen, baby got back. They burned down Troy to get you back!. Young thing, beauty queen, baby got back.
We always seem to argue. that ain't no good. look what it's doing to me. Ya we were heading for a glory. got such a dirty story. hope that no one finds out.
If you were over in Egypt. Way down deep on a dig. And if some mummy tried to get chummy. I'd be there to unravel his wig. . If you were bungee jumpin'.
I'm a hack driver in New York City. I've got seven kids on the lower east side. I'm not a strong man, I'm not very pretty. But in rush hour hell you should see me drive.
Midnight in the holy city, playground for restless souls. Graveyards for the sons of Ft. Sumpter. And the ghostly daughters. Wait for their boys to come home.
I know you flex when I walk by. I see you try to catch my eye. and I see you making stupid jokes to make me laugh. And you think that I don't see it too, but do I look blind to you?.
[mcgruff]. I'm from the east coast, I don't care, snatch police coats. Leave the beast roast, gruff disturb the peace in me, ghost. Walk wit notes, plus I'm known for puttin forks in throats.
We all need a secret garden. Yes I know. We all need a hideaway. Where we go. When we need a shelter. To a place where we live in peace. . We all make a secret journey.
Dude, don't lie to me. Tell me straight, don't lie to me. I haven't seen her for a while. Am I in denial. Or am I having a melt down. . I just don't know anymore.
When I was 17, I wished I was 23,. When I hit 23, I wished I was 17,. Now I'm almost 29, I wish I was 85,. It would be statistically unlikely you'd be alive.
>From the album: Perfect Timing. Such a strange obsession coming over me. Seems that I can't face that stark reality. Need to find the answer. Need to find a way.
Una noche ms. Que t no estars;. Una noche ms. Y te tengo que esperar. Hasta maana,(hasta maana). Hasta maana. . Es que ya no basta. solo amar de da,. Muere mi alegria.
Dressed like angels, just off the medicine show. With track marks, painting such a pretty blue. Last one in line for the healing of woes. I can see the faces looking pretty grim.
HOLLYWOOD. . Verse 1. I live in this town called Hollywood, where you can dream your life away.. Been through the crazy life in Hollywood I seen some thing's that will make you run away..
(Music--Kim Mitchell; Lyrics--Pye DuBois). u got detective eyes / and u refuse my lies. a hand on a shoulder / a hand on a gun. but the hand takes a hand / before the gun takes a gun.
(M--Mitchell/L--DuBois). i got rock and roll shoes. i got T.V. blues. and i don't have any friends here among the cats heare among the cats. i got the cure for the flues and i really don't mind the screws.
You gotta you gotta you gotta you gotta. You gotta you gotta you gotta you gotta. . When am dropping moves on the floor. These guys watching they want more.
(Music--Kim Mitchell/Lyrics--Pye DuBois). tomorrow don't be here today / take a cruise take a holiday. cold morning and the drums / blue eyes in the window sun.