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Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight,
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went
Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went stark-raving
of your heart
The beat of your heart, the beat of her heart
The beat of your heart, the slow burning away
Of the bitter fires of the devil's arcade
Catch a taxi to the fountainhead
Blinking neon penny arcade
A young Caruso on the fire escape
Painted face ladies on parade

The newsboy
nigga we spraying
Ride wit three K's and I ain't talking bout the Klan
This ain't no arcade, nigga so quit playing
It's eat time, me and my niggas
[Buddy Roe]
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic

[Trick
a common thing
Where no hate has ever been
'Cause I won't let it in
By the warm purple flame
Every little grape calls my name
As it climbs on the fire
new
It really hurts to be hurt by you

Lost my job to no one
Lost my baby to another man
That's what I get for going to 'Nam
Give my life to my country
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score

And Sandy,
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score

And Sandy,
Jump
Jump

Get into the vibe
Slam in a megadrive
Arcade, the fire denied
I pulled my flick knives
Sent into kingdom come
Alley-cat got your
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score

And Sandy,
Let me tell ya buddy

Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good old
and download you some MP3s Presto you can make your own CDs
I'll show you how it's done
Fire up the computer and let's burn one

Before my eyes could not
down eventually

Buddy, I coulda gone that extra mile
For an extra bark or an extra smile
'Cause I never felt so free
It was just my dog and me
some wicked fire
He pops the wheel of raw desire
Rock on
Rave on

Blood is sweet, the veil is thin
Let your wreckage cleanse my skin

Never give
on the +pallow+

[Buddy Slim]
So let me just collect the props by the bag
Front on my stats I'm gettin found like your hooker's snatch

[Breezly Brewin]
(Yo it's
I got a friend named Whiskey Sam
He was my boonierat buddy for a year in Nam
He said is my country just a little off track
Took 'em twenty-five
Well, I got a friend named Whiskey Sam
He was my boonierat buddy for a year in Nam
He said I think my country got a little off track
Took 'em
Well, I got a friend named Whiskey Sam
He was my boonierat buddy for a year in Nam
He said I think my country got a little off track
Took 'em
a new age war, we were

I heard somebody say we'd be wasted
Under fire we were without defense
My buddy said he had a space van
A long range cruiser, it
it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin'
And shufflin' 'til the break of dawn

Now my buddy and me was on the main stem
Foolin' around just me
must have been going pretty damn fast because my radar is over there smoking buddy
Keep your hands where I can fucking see 'em too
I heard about you in
They done showed up to squoosh my head, but I was saved by this guy they
call
Well they call him Mojo's dad cause he's a screaming lunatic
Librarian
never got to vote
I left my arm in my coat
My mom she died and never wrote
We sat by the fire and ate a goat
Just before he died he had a toke
Now