Avalon. Avalon. . On the way to Avalon. Excalibur will go on. Saved from the evil, true to the drake. Kept by the lady of the lake. . Screaming, bleeding, dying.
Danger, danger, danger danger. The graveyard chamber. Danger, danger, danger, danger, danger, danger. The graveyard chamber. . Danger, danger, danger, danger.
Yeah, this is a story. That there are deep situations everybody go through in life. (It's something that we go through). You know it's that inside part of you that you don't tell nobody about.
Dolitician idiots, cruel warriors. Backstreet suchers. Holy terror, deadly masters. Bring us pain, anger and destruction. . What you need is what you get.
(by Rolling Stones; Jagger/Richards). . Sun turning 'round with graceful motion. We're setting off with soft explosion. Bound for a star with fiery oceans.
Some down is true. This is a cold. Feel is the son of god. An cold is black side. Now is the troops. People flying on the night. Walking through the night.
Verse 1: rza. Yo, check me check me, come on girl and sex me. I'm ready, I'm ready oh girl I'm ready. Ha, everybody plays the fool, sometime. There's no exception to the rule.
This is the story of three little pigs. And the projected damage that they did, pig number one was white. Thought everything he did was right, the pigology of self.
Ghettos are becomin' lost. Shorties is outta they minds. If not for the courage of a chosen few. They stay dumb deaf and blind. . Yo, caught in the process of elimination.
They killed my baby, oh, God, they killed my baby. (Order in the court, order in the court). I will make you pay for this you murderers. (Order in the court, order in the court).
Wanna see something that could make ya sick?. Stand in front of jets on the gaza strip. I used to take puffs from a car, jet in my garage. Then I get blitzed from the charge.
The Masta, the Ase-Inc. Lost is the ghetto dweller trapped in a cage. Theres no way out of the death trap. . You cant come back, back. No matter what you do when you fall in a death trap.
The Masta, the Ase-Inc. Lost is the ghetto dweller trapped in a cage. Theres no way out of the death trap. . You cant come back, back. No matter what you do when you fall in a death trap.
I've built up this collection, souvenirs from years. Of missed connections, I'm giving it all away. So here's a ripped up picture and here's an unused ticket.
Lately I'm ashamed to say I'm starving for it. But I want someone to love. You may think you're to blame. But oh I'm so proud of you. And I want someone to love.
Sadie, you want me to be there. Be there in the end. Send me your letters. Send me your letters. I'm willing to pretend. . All I mean, is let it be. Got options, so look around.
Here we go again, beat and stuck up and spent. Saving for rent on our blood red homes. 'Cause a dream with no color well why even bother. . And we know that it won't last.
It's good to hear your voice. It's good to hear your breathing. You're running out of hours. I'm running out reasons. . Every time I turn around you're gone.
I've got some oil and some matches. You know I would do anything for you. So whether for light or for ashes. All of us burn for something. The greatest risk, the greatest wonder.
So here we are now again. I'm getting sick of this again. Getting sick of all this waiting. . To be perfect and good. And I'm scared of all my friends.