Lyrics:
come true
But my voice is forgotten
A passerby walks by, and then disappears
The wind keeps howling
I'm walking, not seeing you
Not seeing anything
have to muster the strength to repel
They will know my pumpkin patch at the helm
Silly wicked bloody Jack-O-Lantern he
Died dead center of the pumpkin
clang
And like poor galley slaves
We toil and toil, and when we die
Must fill dishonored graves
And it's by and by I'll slip my chains
Into the bush
clang
And like poor galley slaves
We toil and toil, and when we die
Must fill dishonored graves
And it's by and by I'll slip my chains
Into the bush
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
and strolled on golden sand
Two sweethearts, and the summer wind
Like painted kites, those days and nights went flyin' by
The world was new, beneath a blue
and strolled on golden sand
Two sweethearts, and the summer wind
Like painted kites, those days and nights went flyin' by
The world was new, beneath a blue
the door nigga,
Bone Thugs got a story that's similar to Mike Jones
You can ask my homies
I'm memba back in the days they didn't want me
Now I blew up
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
Tell me which way the old wind blows
Davie jones will never know
Locker in the deep, if the price is cheap
Davie jones will never know
Let you
finger and I'll perform
I'll crack a jack till' the crack a dawn
If you wanna see me do my thing, baby pull my string
(alternates between Jones and backup
that
Jack can jack off to (Laughs)
No, with seriousness, are you ready? Ladies
(All the money, feel my temperature rising)
I saw the best minds of
My
we strolled that golden sand
Two sweethearts and the summer wind
Like painted kites, those days and nights they went flyin' by
The world was new
we strolled that golden sand
Two sweethearts and the summer wind
Like painted kites, those days and nights they went flyin' by
The world was new
we strolled that golden sand
Two sweethearts, and the summer wind
Like painted kites, those days and nights they went flyin' by
The world was new,
strolled that golden sand
Two sweethearts and the summer wind
Like painted kites, those days and nights they went flyin' by
The world was new beneath a blue
riches...
CINDERELLA
And a ball...
JACK
I miss my kingdom up in the sky
CINDERELLA & BAKER
More than anything...
BAKER'S WIFE
I wish we had more room...
a golden sand
Two sweethearts and the summer wind
Like painted kites the days and nights went flying by
The world was new beneath the blue umbrella sky
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
Creek goes ripplin' by
I've been barefootin' all day with my baby
Brown leaves have started fallin'
Leadin' the way
I like it best just like this
for you on the running boards
Near the cypress trees, while the springtime turned
Slowly into autumn
Idiot wind
Blowing like a circle around my
for you on the running boards
Near the cypress trees, while the springtime turned
Slowly into autumn
Idiot wind
Blowing like a circle around my
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
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