I didn't think twice cause I thought about it,. Youre a fool if you wanna doubt it. Its not to late to get on board tonight,. Alright. I thought about the way I'm actin,.
Now I heard about your hometown,. From my cousins who live there.. And I heard about the gold found,. Enough for everyone to share.. . I heard about the numbers,.
Oh don't say it just don't say it. Ah shit it just came out. Once again, I couldn't hold it in. That's my tragic flaw without a doubt. She's wearin' joggin' pants she's.
The graveyard is waiting. The church to let up. The church to let up on Friday morning. The pastor is preaching. Tears in his eyes. The shots were set off without warning.
No you don't hold grudges. against those who hold blood love. You know his renegade escapades. can all be traced where he comes from. There were times he went missing.
You walked in to the room like it was some kinda movie. These kind of matters aren't worth disputing. And when the going gets rough, you get a bit sloppy.
This time she really tried. Came home and the place was decorated. Put his pictures in frames. Even ones of his friends. That she hated. She smiled from the couch.
I was floating across the dance floor. I was trying to think of something to say. When I went up to your girlfriends. And I pulled you away. . You were so perfectly pretty.
I was floating across the dance floor. I was trying to think of something to say. When I went up to your girlfriends. And I pulled you away. . You were so perfectly pretty.
OOAWWWOOHHh, The boss is cominNN!. You Better look busy.... They're not paying, you for nothing. . There's no time for loving!. In the summer, in the city.
Beating the drum all night,. Dancing naked 'round a fire,. Leaving trouble behind,. Swimming in the water.. . We found the tent. With the flashlight..
Let the record show. It's 1964, in the city of New York. And take the train to Queens. And meet a Jewish family. . He's the youngest one of three. And his brothers have left home.
Driving to work, I had the radio on,. Only to hear Curtis Granderson's gone.. Reminders they come in empty lots,. 67' took these city blocks.. Can we meet in the middle?.
Hey!. Hundreds of stories, before I showed up. And they tell them to me. And pull photos up. And there I'm connected, like a pair of handcuffs. No one seemed affected, that everyone is fucked.
This campfire won't last forever.... The Hip have only wrote so many songs.. And we can sort of harmonize together -. You hold my hand, as you try to hold on..
Head on the wall. And my piss hardly makes the stall. And this time it's not an act. This time I swear it's fact. . Now I ramble on. About that girl who's gone.
Heads popped up,. The loud speaker blared. A thousand different men,. The same feeling shared,. Eyes were all blurry from sleepless nights. It was all adding up,.
Slipped through the front door without a key. It's always unlocked when you're waiting for me. And I have to wait 'til your roommates were sleeping. They give you a hard time that I was over.
We stood. In an empty house.. With bottles in our hands against the wall. On the last night of the year,. the lights slowly started to fall. And you say, "this could happen for a reason".
Oh you're just a boy, a little banker boy. Everything's a game, and everyone's your toy. While everyone was sleeping, dreaming dumb-ass dreams. You're praying to gods who are meaningless to me.