Red room, red room. . Stop, stop and think about it, purification of race. What was the color of your blood the last time you checked?. This brought on by hate, leaves you seeking.
(chorus)2x. I use to be a richman. (now I'm poorman). I use to be a poorman. (now I'm rich). Because when I was a richman. (I steped in the quick sand).
Must be the chronic that got these nigga thinkin they bionic. They better get the hell of that gin and tonic. Bring the blues, I shatter and batter crews.
I'm feeling myself against the ground. Out on the highway waiting down. Buffalo rumble in the wind. Sometimes in the wind. Sometimes.... . Shame, shame on myself, can't take the heat.
Paying at the Holloway. It's 35 dollars a night. Check in through a man named Kim. He's got a call and an angry wife. . And I can hear. The Spanish screams.
Written by: Harry Nilsson. Vocals: Harry Nilsson. Piano: Nicky Hopkins. Bouzoukia: Cris Spedding. Performed with the Pop Arts String. Quartet, arranged by Del Newman.
Long ago,. far away,. life was clear;. close your eyes.... "Remember,". is a place from long ago;. "Remember",. filled with ev'rything you know.. Remember,.
Come on friend were on our way. Come on friend were on our way. . Fire rest in redemption sky. Whisper gently my oh my. Beauty breathe where forgiveness lies.
Little rush then you run. Tell me you want me but. Too busy acting tough. Just a touch and you're gone. Swear that you need me here. But you give in to fear.
noon glistens and shadows wave. who know whether we're stupid or brave. and they way we are. oh we are. running scared. . no use fighting in the name of pride.
make it plastic make it pay. use it up and throw away. make another just the same, more or less. . burn our time down to size. send it up into the skies.
Tell me. How many restless feet. Have walk these empty streets?. Hearts hazily sacrificed. For an uninspired life. I search for inspiration. A spark to stir my soul.
black vinyl man with black plasticised imagination. more fodder for the new lost generation. i got a question to send you to the nearest closet. why can't you let us do it like JONI does it.
My crew is locked down like chainz and shackles. Im ready to cut through flesh right through your skin with a scalpel decomposed. I catch a body in niggamortis evil forces in the orophis.
We're all standing up on the street. and walking every day. I'm gonna jump in a crowd to see. what I can do right now. I don't fit in society. (I don't care, I don't care).
Underneath a colored sky of eyelids,. I will lay upon my back and say. I'm sorry for the ladies that live through this.. What can we do but keep getting higher?.
I'm at a loss for words, there's nothing to say. I sit in silence wondering what led me to this place. How did my heart become so lifeless and cold. Where did the passion go?.
Drauss is scho hell. . i derf garnet dro denga. . der Wecker stört. . den dat i gern verschenga.. Des wird a Tag. sag i mir. . denn die Nacht war wieder kurz !.
You better Rock This Town. Better tear the walls down. . Will you help us see it through?. . Too many we believed didn't do what they needed to do. . Will you?.
Roberta. Nobody fuckin' with your phone. . No one's talkin'. Teleconferencing. You're not worth it. All that trouble. . You got static. On your hotline bling.