If you leap awake In the mirror of a bad dream And for a fraction of a second You can't remember where you are Just open your window And follow your
No I would not give you false hope On this strange and mournful day But the mother and child reunion Is only a motion away Oh, little darling of mine
I'm accustomed to a smooth ride Or maybe I'm a dog who's lost it's bite I don't expect to be treated like a fool no more I don't expect to sleep through
It's too bad, it's too bad It's too bad, it's too bad It's too bad, it's too bad It's too bad, it's too bad It's too bad, it's too bad It's too bad, it
For whatever reason I feel like I've been wanting you all my life You don't understand I'm so glad we're at the same place at the same time, it's over
I know I can Be what I wanna be If I work hard at it I'll be where I wanna be I know I can (I know I can) Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be) If
"Cause when I flow the for the street " - " who else could it be" "Nas " Yo Explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers Was years back, before
All of my life I've tried so hard Doing my best with what I had Nothing much happened all the same Something about me stood apart A whisper of hope that
Mother Mary come to me For I am a wicked child I've sinned and I am so confused And I am a wicked child I am a wicked child I am the Devil's son And
Way up on that mountain children Reachin' up there for ya children Need ya back down here my children To plant your pretty flowers children Hey, hey,
Yeah Children (Remember) Remember the children, yeah Children (Yeah remember) Gotta remember the children, yeah yeah yeah yeah Children (Remember) Gotta
Searchlights on the skyline Just looking for a friend Who's gonna love my baby When she's gone around the bend? Egyptian bells are ringing When it's
Kick it We like the, we like the boys with the bullet proof vests We like the girls with the cellophane chests We like the boys with the bullet proof
Oh yeah, come on I met you at J C Penny I think your name tag, it said 'Jenny' I could've step to you with a fresh pack of gum If somehow I knew you
Don't tell your right hand, baby What your left hand do You know those road check girls Will make your brown breath blue Ooh, ooh, ooh, peaches and cream
The countryside is overgrown There's a lighthouse in her soul Wrestling with butcher girls She don't ever change her clothes Masterpieces liquidate in
Can't you hear those cavalry drums Hijacking your equilibrium Midnight hags in the mausoleum Where the pixilated doctors moan Carnivores in the Cowloon
I'm mixing business with leather Christmas with heather Freaks flock together And make all the B boys scream All right (All right) Turn it up now (Turn