Lyrics:
Train rolls by about 3 a.m.
Wakes me from a fitful sleep
Got the urge to jump on board
I believe I'm in a little too deep
Walk the train station
the way I was back then
Now I, I'm just twistin' in the wind
I believe I'll go down to the bridge
And watch the trains roll by
See the sparks fly from
Alone by myself I pray tonight oh yeah
To see everyone feelin' irie yeah
Alone by myself I pray tonight oh yeah
To see everyone feelin' irie yeah
looks bright
On that train all graphite and glitter
Undersea by rail
Ninety minutes from New York to Paris
Well by seventy-six we'll be A.O.K.
What
and guns bring funds for the wicked ones
Not being a bum chum living by dumb dumb
Mind never shallow, pride never swallow
Live by the hollow, lead never
can you hold my bum and fuck it while I get my cock out?
I, Claudius, ITV at noon
Adam Ant, sticks on disco bits
I saw Santa Claus with a bag
places
Smoke by the acre, a brain escapist
Smoke anymore and my brain is vapor
I don't do meek anymore, guy, save it
The laughing is done now, time
Totally psychic, open your mind quick as the vibe kicks
Moederfok it, I skeem this vibe's rou'
Jislaaik yo
Yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in a posture
The metenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment
Was, is, and forever will be
[Repeat: x2]
Don't try to follow
Just leave it alone
The trains have all left now
And the station is closed
Jackdaw (jackdaw)
Leaving by your back
a bum.
Cause if your mother lived, she'd love you,
You are still your mother's son.
So go to sleep, my weary hobo,
Let the towns drift slowly by
Cam ye o'er frae France? Cam ye down by Lunnon?
Saw ye Geordie Whelps and his bonny woman?
Were ye at the place ca'd the Kittle Housie?
Saw ye
was the sad one
And always wanted to live like this or that one
Chorus
A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects
Livin' in the slums with bums I
I follow grab da brew and take a swallow
I've been livin on da streets since da age of thirteen
'cause I wuz sick of being raised by a dope fiend I so
a mouf full o' cookies!
*Guys all giggle hysterically*
B: Bum licker!
Someone: Eth got beat up by fascists and left for dead
R: LEFT FOR DEAD!
object
Spendin' fazools
Trips for your whole projects
Epcot Center, linens for ya bitches
Rolies for your dogs
Now we in the mall, slayed by his bitches
had off-time, was bored wit this, I coulda made my double-LP
Just by samplin' different parts of Nautilus
Still came five on the charts with zero
a timeshare somewhere
Rock bum wear, beach chair, write a book each year
You can write yourself out of your blessings
Wreck your Lambo the first day just by
smoke it
Talkin' you gon' be in L.A. in three hours
It's a 5-hour flight, put this bum in the shower
Pussy, I'm not a rookie, akhi, don't push me
You ain't never count paper 'til your thumbs hurt
You ain't never had to make do wit' bum work
Shit ain't comin' back, you get delirious
It's
you cand do to me nigga
Who the fuck are you
Your face is really new to me nigga
You want to run with the dog
Try paying your dues homes
Bum nigga
to make you
Look out little girl, little girl, little girl look out
If you're hiding and I'm hiding
From some bum that wants to get you
Look out
of an elite group of people
(Lyrics are swift and strong) never feeble
What we said yesterday will stand by tomorrow
While some chose to borrow
Brothers are
You ain't never count paper 'til your thumbs hurt
You ain't never had to make do wit' bum work
Shit ain't comin' back, you get delirious
It's
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