fog And return to save the child that I forgot And my ashes fade among the things unseen And a dream plays in reverse on piano keys And my
a higher plain, Like pyramids too mysterious for the human mind to explain Come on! [Chorus x2: Killah Priest] All praise is due to man, woman and child
I can't understand... (I'm going crazy, you're going crazy) in the background Verse 1 For give me father for I have sinned I've just destroyed another
's assassin as we die slow Perishin', brain dead from a Erickson Words are the medicine, two teaspoons for goons A cup of it for those thuggin' it, y'
Words & music: billy joel ** chantal often played this song while touring for under these rocks & stones. a hit in the late 70's for piano man billy
it was her fire For she believed that purity Was all that was required To live a better way But there was for us No place to hide For that same day A
to the gates of Graceland I watched him walk right through Now security, they did not see him They just hovered 'round his tomb There's a pretty little thing waiting for
"It was fun writing a song for piano, but writing it on a guitar. Since I can't play piano, it was a thrill to hear Irwin bang it out for the first
m fully grown up. are you? I mean really? i Inner child. i Had to search for my inner adult. and I'm still lookin'. I still eat 6 hot dogs for lunch,
fully grown up, are u? I mean really? I am my inner child, I had to search for my inner adult, and im still look'n. I still eat 6 hotdogs for lunch
tell us/ about when we were slaves in the livin' room/ pianos outa tune on top of it the pictures /of every bride and groom child/ grand child /lost child
' for what so I can blow up Marry a slut but can't watch my seed grow up? Fuck that, this the fuckin' thanks I get For tryin' to edutain assholes and
there could ever be...a more wicked MC ''cause AIDs infested child molesters aren't sicker than me I see the world for what it is, beyond the white and
I've got this phosphorescent portrait Of gentle Jesus meek and mild I've got this harlot that I'm stuck with Carrying another man's child The solitary
the gates of Graceland Then I watched him walk right through Now security they did not see him They just hovered 'round his tomb But there's a pretty little thing, waiting for
strugglin' for what, so I can blow up Marry a slut but can't watch my seed grow up? Fuck that, this the fuckin' thanks I get For tryin' to edutain assholes
the gates of Graceland Then I watched him walk right through Now security they did not see him They just hovered 'round his tomb But there's a pretty little thing waiting for
when we're deaf, dumb and blind Welcome back Victoria Clean books, clean screens, clean words, dirty minds I am a child of the sixties And for that I