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There’s nothing but black in pirate’s heart

Long John Silver, Long John Silver
Don’t bet your shirt on Long John Silver
Long John Silver, Long John
about this day and then’s now
At any second all these stars could burn out
And every moment is a memory in the making
And we gon’ be remembered by
If I could change to liquid,
I could fill the cracks up in the rocks.
I know that I am solid
And I am my own bad luck.
 
However, just as John
network of cages all strung together by a rope like material. 
 
In the glare of a light,
I see a strange kind of sight;
Of cages joined to form a star
The man who's head expanded.
The man whose head expanded was corrupted by Mr. Sociological
memory. Was corrupted by Mr. Sociological Memory Man.
If I could change to liquid,
I could fill the cracks up in the rocks.
I know that I am solid
And I am my own bad luck.
 
However, just as John
compassion
He lives in the love
That lives in our hearts

Words and music by John Denver and Joe Henry
A MONKEY AND DON'T YOU THINK IT'S KIND OF FUNKY
HE'S A REAL JUDAS KISS
FOUND HIM FACE DOWN IN BED,
DRIVE BY SHOOTER DEAD
TIMES LIKE THIS I WON'T MISS
WHEN HE
When Johnny comes marching home again
He's coming by bus or underground
A woman's eye will shed a tear to see his face so beaten in fear
It's just
We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes
We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn
We go through "epidodes ii," like
a fucking punk
To beef, so he can get killed by the psycho thief
Retarted like Biz, eating cats like Heath-
cliff, light the spliff, crack the quart and
If I
the soul
And we gonna do it a little somethin'

With three subjects like this

Subject one is about a brother by the name of John
Who was sellin'
Tinctures and formulas to ditch the choir and flip the verses
My whole foundation came unglued
When I tried to humanize by ambient light
Dipping swords in
We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes
We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn
We go through "epidodes ii," like
Yeah...my Lord...yeah 
We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes 
We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn 
We go through
network of cages all strung together 
By a rope like material. 
 
In the glare of a light,
I see a strange kind of sight;
Of cages joined to form
dude up in his hashback
The night before, body still sore, holding her ass crack
A regular John, she met her through Tom
She passed out with
and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn

Got the right to bear arm, ring
live
Now wanna make ya go live, live
Now hold up

[Method Man]
Now I walked on ice and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon,
We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes
We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn
We go through "epidodes ii," like
We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes
We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn
We go through "epidodes ii," like
We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes
We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn
We go through "epidodes ii," like
lives, dreams in Regent's park
John Wilt, NyQuil and Shakespeare to the room
I've just giving up in another street corner
I fell on my back just to keeping
, let me in
Yeah, yeah

Voodoo priestesses and interplanetary crack
I shall be released, thanks to my red underwear
Dignity battalions terrify
a fucking drive-by 

Riggety rolled on them slow in the Cadillac 

Silkk behind the wheel, me and King in the pack 

Master P in the passenger seat getting