Tell 'em that the house is not for sale. We're still livin' here, how come nobody can tell. They're takin' all the furniture, movin' our things. Come on little honey, put your head on my knee.
I was shooting in the back of the car. When the windows smashed on the police cars. I was swimming through the streets of New York. With my cocaine dagger and throats to cut.
Everyone, when she was young,. They said she was the pretty one. She's lovely now, just watch her as she goes. Waiting for the birds to come. She holds the hands of someone young.