Laughing in the hiding bush. . There's a sinister game that children play. When they get to the end of each school day. They spend their lives getting ready for the kill.
LIVING IN AMERICA. Performed by JAMES BROWN. * Transcribed by Frantic Freddy *. * I know that the transcription is far from perfect *. * (read: quite a few errors remain), so if you think *.
LICKIN' STICK. Mama, come here quick,. bring me that lickin' stick.. Mama, come here quick,. bring me that lickin' stick.. Mama, come here quick,. bring me that lickin' stick..
Maybe the hardest thing I've ever done. Was to walk away from you. Leaving behind the life that we'd begun. I split myself in two. Proud and alone, cold as a stone.
Well I looked into a house I once lived in. Around the time I first went on my own. When the roads were as many as the places I had dreamed of. And my friends and I were one.
Standing in the ocean with the sun burning low in the west. Like a fire in the cavernous darkness at the heart of the beast. With my beliefs and possessions, stopped at the frontier in my chest.
I've been waiting for something to happen. For a week or a month or a year. With the blood in the ink of the headlines. And the sound of the crowd in my ear.
I can't keep up with what's been going on. I think my heart must just be slowing down. Among the human beings in their designer jeans. Am I the only one who hears the screams.
Papa hit him, Mama kissed him. Made him go to Catechism. With the sisters in their black and white. And all the time those city streets. Were teaching him another kind of wisdom.
The words had all been spoken. And somehow the feeling still wasn't right. And still we continued on through the night. Tracing our steps from the beginning.
I been livin' shady. Cheatin' on my lady. Ever since she left me. I been goin crazy. Thinkin bout my baby. I know I did you wrong, jus listen to my song.
All i wanna do is cruise with u all night by my side. lets ride. cmon baby. lets take a ride. girl baby we can leave it all behind let me ease your mind.
Cry tough in the night. I'm high as a kite. Feeling my switchblade on my skin. . Checking every thing's right. I'm ready to fight. Ready to rumble through tonight.
You tell me how you've been hurting. You tell me you've stopped believing. Well let me tell you that I've been hurting - too. But let me tell you I still believe in me and you.
Sound of cars rushing by,. is all I have to keep me company at night.. I toss and turn, try to close my eyes. Nothing seems to block out the light.. .
Little David play on your harp. Hallelu, hallelu;. Little David play on your harp, hallelu. Little David play on your harp. Hallelu, hallelu;. Little David play on your harp, hallelu..
It's good to be so high. It's good to be here on the moon. I've seen it all collide every time. I look for something more. . But nothing seems to please my eyes.
(Johnson, Frederiksen). Out of the past. On a moon-jet from out of bound. Try to relax. When my church runs me out of town. Fathom a chance. To behold what you never knew.
Shine a different light on a piece of me. Right before these eyes you delicately breathe. On this killing floor everything I see. Is living and hanging over me.
You might remember when you were feelin' numb. Much confusion and bad advice. It seems lately things have crumbled to the ground. What the hell you gonna do with your life.