In the beginning man has come first. But he was lonely and a little sad. He made his history and he was proud. But he threw the woman in slavery and shame.
Well, how do you do, a kiss on the cheek?. It's been a while so I'll just beg, borrow. And steal all your time, we'll call it dignified. Well, now it all seems to be cut and dry.
You dont need to be a wizard to see its a dangerous world. Were living in a desert, everywhere the people get burned. So where do we go now to follow our hearts desire?.
End times, ready for the show of great signs. It's gonna be hard to know which way to go. Some teach and what they say it's true. Some preach and the power of God shines through.
(Verse). No excuses, no demands. No regrets and sudden mend. Walking around in the streets with you and me. It's not the same since you ran away. . (Chorus).
Pawn shop ain't no place for a wedding ring. Six months from now, what will that money mean?. You shop around looking for memories. . Somehow satisfaction don't come that easy.
I go walking under a paper moon. All the birds are singing. Singing you a pretty tune. All the constellations and all the stars above. They all start to whistling.
Somewhere between a lie and truth. Lies a subtle line of gray and. Although it's undetectable. It's reflected in all we say. . We don't want to hate or judge each other.
You don't know anything at all. Excuses always seem to fool you. I cannot come in case you call. All I can really say. It drags me down, down. I'm hot and cold all over.
The Neighborhood - The months before. (The opening, half danced half mimed, is a. condensationof the growing rivalry between. two teenage gangs.. The Sharks are Puerto Ricans,.
She wriggles and she wraggles, she jiggles and she jaggles. You stand and watch her pass by, your line of vision ass-eye. You think that cause she smiles, that you turn all her dials.
She wriggles and she wraggles, she jiggles and she jaggles, you stand and watch her pass by, your line of vision ass-eye, you think that cause she smiles, that you turn all her dials, but you don't see them later, while in the elevator, you nag her and you swagger, you think you're gonna shag her, a man about the town-a, get funky, let's get down-a, machismo and machasma, it turns into miamsa, but you have got no class, no style, no social skills, no comprehension.
She's a pretty girl, she doesn't know it's over. She doesn't know that my plane leaves tomorrow. She's ringing in my ear, she redefines the night call.
[Verse]. I should write a report. on why we change day to day. with hours and hours of research. and humans locked up in a cage. . then tally the data.
Pictures turn yellow and fade. From the walls. Where they've been posted for years. . Pictures of past and forgotten. Noel balls. Which have been visited with tears.
I've been thinking to myself. Aren't we just the picture of health?. The one you see through the window. The one where all goes well. . At times there's nothing worse.
With balloons tied loose around your neck. I can't help but wait with baited breath. With an eye for your madness. Or a glimpse of your sadness to be unveiled.
I pledge allegiance to the rag. Of the United Westside Connection. And took a W for which it stands. One neighborhood, under [Incomprehensible]. Invincible with luxuries [Incomprehensible].
Hold on, let me see what bitch daddy. Okay, this the bitch here right now. You know what I'm saying?. . Hey bitch, what's happening?. Yea bitch, yea yea bitch, I told you.
Fly away on a plane. Just like you came to me. Take a bow, you take a bow. Your spirits left with me. . Watch the clouds making shapes. And picture me with you.