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an airbrushed t-shirt
Sold on the street in Panama City
I grabbed the camera and snapped off the picture
You said 'love, ain't it a pitty,
Someday this moment
an airbrushed t-shirt
Sewed on the street in Panama City
I grabbed the camera and snapped off the picture
You said 'love, ain't it a pitty,
Someday this moment
Best friends in a pickup truck, we were Panama City bound
Eight hours in the back, wind blowin' with the sun beatin' down
Makin' plans to raise
Christmas time in the middle of a city
Seeking its salvation
With every string of lights
That suddenly appears

Children stare with new found
the best laid plans of rats and men
I DARE YOU TO BE REAL
To make your mark is to die face up on flaming asphalt
Your corpse will speak for itself
Best friends in a pickup truck, we were Panama City bound

Eight hours in the back, wind blowin with the sun beatin down

Makin plans to raise some
of London Town.

There's a little city flower every spring unfailing
Growing in the crevices by some London railing,
Though it has a Latin name, in town
find it easy catchin diabetes from fly sweeties
Sit back and wait to hear a slammin track
Rockin jams by popular demand, I'm back

[Chorus]
I
of London Town.

There's a little city flower every spring unfailing
Growing in the crevices by some London railing,
Though it has a Latin name, in town
The grace of London Town.
 
 INTERLUDE
 There's a little city flower every spring unfailing
 Growing in the crevices by some London railing,
 Though it
both his lips
Mark these words
One day this chalk outline will circle this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face
A room colored
economic community will reform
In 1997 the city of Hong Kong will become
A part of the People's Republic of China
In 1999, and this is no coincidence
both his lips
Mark these words
One day this chalk outline will circle this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face
A room colored
with teeth 
That split both his lips 
Mark these words 
One day this chalk outline will circle this city 
Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned
jams by popular demand, I'm back

[Chorus]
I control the crowd, you know I hold it down
When it drop you know it's jiggy when you hear the sound
walk step by step with death
Where all bludgeoned bodies lie
You will see my face of rage
Cut your heart out of your chest
Leave impaled
The grace of London Town.
 
 INTERLUDE
 There's a little city flower every spring unfailing
 Growing in the crevices by some London railing,
 Though it
of a working man. When he dies alone with empty hands - how long will the body lie before someone walking by notices the smell. Calls cops and they come to put
marks it's way
Burning temples turning into dark crypts of decay
The mighty are the fallen now, the weak are on the hunt
Battle on many fronts

There will
The grace of London Town.
 
 INTERLUDE
 There's a little city flower every spring unfailing
 Growing in the crevices by some London railing,
 Though it
down by that racist shit.
Oh no, I can't live like that. 'Cause that life is wack.

You got a black mark on your face. Paint it.
You dissed
My city's changed and I'm zoned out
I thought about New York, maybe SoCal
Put up condos people can't afford now
Marks bulldozed been tore down
by the
Mark of the Moon on her,
And she will face treachery, hatred, and pain
But in her there is the last hope"
your bed all by yourself
Tossing flowers, the names engraved with pencil marks
A constant quirky conversation
Oh, should you change your name
a farmers tan
All my boys shakin' up them cans
A 12-pack and spray paint
Takin it too far
We're doin it our way
Leaving our mark

Down the halls