I seen ya sniffing on my...(On ma, on ma)(Yeah). I seen ya sniffing on my...(On ma, on ma). . I see ya sniffing my armpit. Sniffing on my new shit. Always got your nose in everybody's business.
Lookin' back, the day you left. Where you went, I can only guess. Where I'll be, some other day. A memory, with all I had to say. You gave the love, you had to spare.
Learned how to rap as a little boy. Took a lot of crap as a little boy. Always had to fight back as a little boy. Always under attack as a little boy.
I'll in them clothes all the gray. I'll stay if you go away. Concrete, tall as the sky. Movement passing me by. . And you blush, what a rush. Reminisce, cold crush.
This pain, this pain. In my stomach, won't go away. I assume, this is punishment. From all the mistakes, I've made. . In a world, where my actions speak louder than words.
I've got an atom bomb. So I'm never wrong. Don't push too hard. I said I'm never wrong. . I've got a thousand fears. You will lend an ear. It sounds unfair.
thought she was nice 'cause she was kind to animals thought she was fair =. cause she's a vegetarian and now i think twice she seems a little vacant =.
well these walls they might hold me. and the rules they might mold me. but it all they told me what i be. well the time is passing. and my crime forgotten.
I'm in too deep to turn around. All I want is your sweet loving. But when you move away from me. I feel just like I am drowning. . And I know the sweetness.
2. A Place to Sleep Among the Creeps. and we chase our tails,. around in circles like we drink,. because we like our tails,. at least we like to think..
Prende quota il ritmo della notte. fra tamburi e canti di guru. e sotto, sotto, sotto, sotto, sotto, sotto. c'e' quel movimento clandestino. di cantine blues..
Scelti da chissa' che mano. per esser buttati in mezzo alla nebbia. per chi alla nebbia si e' gia rassegnato. ed ha spalle curve e vestiti umidi. Corse finite al mattino.
Sopravvissuti a troppi sorrisi. avuti troppe volte senza un perche'. Sopravvissuti alle nostre domande. che son grosse, son tante. e spesso ridicole. Sopravvissuti e sopravviventi.
Forse e' uno buttato via,. forse e' uno zorro, forse una spia,. forse e' il poeta che non ha mai scritto niente. Forse e' uno comunque sia,. basta che respiri e che non se ne vada via.
Che or'e', scusa ma che or'e'. che non lo posso perdere. l'ultimo spettacolo.. Fine del mondo in Mondovisione.. Diretta da S. Pietro per l'occasione. La Borsa sale, i maroni no.
Go ahead, just let them stare with those beady eyes. They're all ignorant and fear is their disguise. I know we're different but we're all the same. Pick your head up now there's no need to be ashamed.
Roll a gasper. The guard said he could stay alive. But he has to shovel and burn his friends to die. People do die and on the gate read. 'Arbeit macht frei'.
[Verse 1]. Here's a story about the rules of death or glory. To be learned by heart by all children of men. It's the hour of the morning on the day after the dawning.
I know, I don't know you. But don't think I don't know you. I saw you going under. I saved one for me. . 'Cause I'm all at sea lad. Don't know if I'm coming or going.
down in Albion. they're black and blue. but we don't talk about that. are you from round here?. how do you do. I'd like to talk about that. . talk over.