I ask you for the answer that's when you say you'll have one soon. Who are you to think you're worth the wait? Well are you worth the wait? Is it worth
When I ask you for the answer that's when you say you'll have one soon. Who are you to think you're worth the wait? Well are you worth the wait? Is it
back, violently take a nap Promise you got something, Lord, that I honor you Blow your lil' head off while you're tying your shoe But back in the kitchen
my back up Puts my back up against the wall Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday, Bloody Sunday And the battle's just begun There's many lost, but tell me who
pay One night on the rack and he's back Saddling up Saturday You can only whisper his name But not on Sundays, never on Sundays No not on Sunday's slave
I also don't respect you and I don't care if that's good or bad, ha ha You see you are no MLK, you are no Jesse Jackson, you?re a nobody to me You?re
? Cinderella are you really that lucky? I wanna know is your life like you dreamed? Cinderella are you really that happy? Cinderella are you really
Cinderella are you really that lucky? I wanna know is your life like you dreamed? Cinderella are you really that happy? Cinderella are you really that
back to you I walk alone I walk alone By now you should've somehow Realized what you gotta do I walk alone I walk a- And all the roads we have to walk along are
get Please stop freezing What is the season? Where are we at? And why are we leaving? Trees are shrinking, turning past the roots And roots back into season Clouds are
truth! Who you drawing? Who the hell you think you're drawing? Me? You don't know me! Go on drawing, Since you're drawing only what you want to see,
saving all of my friends, Amen Who's to say and who are you to judge me anyway This is my road, I take the corner as fast as I can go Who's to say at
send nobody back, violently, fakin that Promise you, got somethin Lord that'll honor you Blow your little head off while you're tyin your shoe But back
who's to say and who are you to judge me anyway This whole world spins, never gonna take that chance again Yeah who's to say at how we got so lucky anyway
pay One night on the rack and he's back saddling up Saturday You can only whisper his name But not on Sundays Never on Sundays O Not on Sunday's slave
stop freezing what is the season? Where are we at? and why are we leaving? Trees are shrinking, turning past the roots, and roots back into season Clouds are