I put on my clothes,. They make me look dull,. I dont think about it,. I dont think at all,. I dress high class,. It makes me look high paid,. You know I'll do it baby cause I wanna get laid..
Let me tell you a story about where I come from. Hop in the car and take a ride through the countryside. Up on the hill lies your grand daddy, Grady. He made a living down in Monument Valley now.
Here I am in my four corner cage. I need the love that my momma gave. Back then at that tender age. When my daddy used to call me babe. . Didn't have to run for love.
Well I passed by this little place a time or two before. And I liked the words they had painted on the door. . Social, Social Aid and Pleasure club. .
She wants to know. Why did I have to go. We were such good friends. Then we watched the party end. . She needs to speak. Now is no tongue in cheek. So she can free her mind.
Fell all the way to the ground. Stayed there and crawled around. Boy I was there, I was down. I hollered, save me. . To wash it off would not work. From the inside out it would hurt.
I took you picture with my Zippo,I made you laugh so hard that you. worried me. You were someone that I could talk to /. we helped each other get through.
When summer ended we had to say goodbye. Split by an ocean and a few thousand miles. Do you, do you remember when. Do you, do you, do you remember. How it felt to be apart for so long.
In many ways, they'll miss the good old days. Someday, someday. Yeah, it hurts to say, but I want you to stay. Sometimes, sometimes. . When we was young, oh man, did we have fun.
Soma is what they would take when hard times opened their eyes. Saw pain in a new way, high stakes for a few names. Racing against sun beams, losing against their dreams.
You don't have to be so down. Everyone can hear you in this whole damn crowd. You don't have to try so hard. I think they got the message, you were out of your mind.
You never do know which way you should go when you run. But don't take it from me, I can't make you see how far you've come. And if I shook you all up, said you were good enough.
come on, yeah. well i waited for the sun to come up. along with everything that i had thought of. would it come to mind again, and again. would i be something in the something out there.
Hear the preachers from the pulpits of power spin the lies. They sell give the youth our rage inna society built on. Distraction holy material excess strengthen the bars on our cage.
When they broke down the door. and put their guns in the face of your wife and child. and as they pinned you to the floor. did you say "officer, i am not resisting you."?.
The preachers from the pulpits of power. leaders of cloth. they preach to our empty pockets. and the same gang with different colors. plays up to the dialect.
Which lie is the one. that will take me. and which war. Generations of wage slave data. family stories they said don't matter. when the last breath burns.
Where are your heroes. underground?. do our egos block us out. from feeding the future. of this sound?. where were you. when they passed out. the lotteries of birt?.
I wanna liberate you. I wanna set you free. I wanna bear your burden. Why won't you let me?. . Is it so hard to let me in?. It'll take some spark for the fire to begin.