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to carry her out that night

The crowd went crazy
As Tommy left the stage
Little Sally was lost for the price of a touch
And a gash across her face, oh
to carry her out that night

The crowd went crazy
As Tommy left the stage
Little Sally was lost for the price of a touch
And a gash across her face, oh
All my life I knew Tommy Brown
We grew up together in the same hometown
I never thought Tommy was such a bad guy
But folks would always whispered
Had to carry her out that night

The crowd went crazy
As Tommy left the stage
Little Sally was lost for the price of a touch
And a gash across her
Had to carry her out that night

The crowd went crazy
As Tommy left the stage
Little Sally was lost for the price of a touch
And a gash across her
Written by Tommy Shaw
Lead Vocals by Tommy Shaw

Hannah you're with me in spirit wherever I go
To the ends of the earth and all points between
and loud screetches
And Tamika said police found drugs in Pudgie speaker
Plus son had an open case, for dope and base
Jake rushed his moms lab, he got
care of that
Maybe I'll frame him for murdering the king
When my lethal poison has taken his life
I'll place some leftovers for someone to find
I'll
Tommy's haunted by the pressure to become
The first family member to wear a cap and gown
Time it ticks and the sweat it drips down
He's longing for
There's a rumor goin' 'round on the backside of town
Jake is out to get some revenge
Has fire in his eyes since his brother died
Shot down by
this is what you sound good for, this is your career
This ain't a shooting for the weak hearted, Jake I thought you knew
But you're canvassing your
in hot pursuit
Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot

Still on the streets with my peeps so deep
We threw a block party for my man going
over there, it's the same everywhere
A boy cries out for his mama before he dies for his home

All my life I wanted to be
As clever and strong as my
over there, it's the same everywhere
A boy cries out for his mama before he dies for his home

All my life I wanted to be
As clever and strong as my
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ray White (guitar, vocals)
Steve Vai (guitar)
Tommy Mars (keyboards, vocals)
Bobby Martin (keyboards, saxophone,
when he drops by
They're very sweet, these gentlemen
Knocking at my heart for me to let 'em in
So why am I still holding out for more

Chorus:
go by?"

Well, one morning I was sitting out in front of Dino's place
With Jake the Shears, a guy from Philly who gives free mohawks
There were
cat named Juan
And Tommy skipping class, stealing cigs from his mom
A couple years pass now he's a junior
11th grade searching for quicker ways to get
Written by Tommy Shaw
Lead vocals by Tommy Shaw

"...everybody plays this one right, everybody gets a fresh, hot latte and a scone..."

Oh what
[Chorus]
Yo, parole violating fugitives on the run, son
Live by the gun, son, die by the gun, son
We can make it happen if we want to 
Jakes
my life 

This is for the ones who stood their ground 
For Tommy and Gina who never backed down 
Tomorrow's getting harder make no mistake 
Luck
Written by dennis deyoung and james young
Lead vocals by james young and tommy shaw

Mirror, mirror on the wall
The face you've shown me scares
his music go
But preaching wasn't really meant for Leonard
But how in the hell was Leonard s'posed to know

Well, life began to twist it's way
it's crack 200 grams

I pump a G-pack, peeping for where the D's at
It's slow, lookin for Rambo, the cop who got grazed
Back in the days, chasin
them bitches can scratch me
Hollow Green still fucking with my teenies where we balling
Tommy loving Steve Pitts for all the shots that he calling
Fuck