Lyrics:
the sky.
I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.
I'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.
Carryin' out a million dollars in my pockets
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
on
When I'm a part of your life, you can never go wrong
[Kid Creole]
You say ah first my name was Denny Den
The secret weapon, the master plan
I'm
in peace to all those we lost
By murder of the police damn
Don't shoot me, my nigga, it's just a book
It's probably what keeps everyone's life
End up
class ya fake ass
Couldn't stop a nigga wit brake pads I'm way pass
Anything that you ever did I'm betta kid
And we never sweat a bid it's easy to get
scrap, aye
Hulk Hogan and you’re face down on the mat
Milk carton niggas
Have ‘em wonderin’ where you at
Kidnap, nap the kids, find the bitch
Split her wig
and he's loved by kids
Pay attention and let me tell you who Charlie Mack is
He's our homeboy from around the block
He's reguarded through the city
Let me put my arms around your head
It's hot, let's go to bed
Don't forget to turn on the light
Don't laugh, this will be alright
Pour me out
extinct
But since the beginning of time it's been men with arms fighting
Lost lives in the Towers and Pentagon, why then?
Must it go on, we must stop
how we make movies
Basketball gun brawlers, bounce
Black down 'bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks
That's the way we live, Staten Island kid
how we make movies
Basketball gun brawlers, bounce
Black down 'bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks
That's the way we live, Staten Island kid
don't care
When he takes me in his arms
The world is bright, all right
What's the difference if I say
I'll go away, When I know
I'll come back
don't care
When he takes me in his arms
The world is bright, all right
What's the difference if I say
I'll go away, When I know
I'll come back
me that this is still for the kids, by the kids, about the fucking kids
Tell me that we have not become as cheap as everyone else
Tell me that loud
height
The souvenir from the night is a blonde
And she whispers and she takes you now by the arm, alright
Those kids are easy man, them kids are easy man
bones to its teething kids
Now I'm a big pile of Sasquatch shit
I got eaten by a Bigfoot
Torn to bits
Ripped my arms off with his big old mitts
Now I'm
the kid Deathstarr
Rock out like guitar
Gotta keep a pair of chucks on me with the Comme Des Garçons (Designer)
Bumpin Deftones
Anarchy on the arm
Keep my
Well a great black river a man had found
So he put all his money in a hole in the ground
And sent a big steel arm drivin' down down down
Man now I
on
When I'm a part of your life, you can never go wrong
[Kid Creole]
You say ah first my name was Denny Den
The secret weapon, the master plan
I'm
train
Breaking through a tunnel underneath Broadway
With one arm waving wild
At some kids on the other side
And one arm on my shoulder
Wrapped around
in arms
No help from the help that was written by land
Wish on a scar and get kissed by the damned
I won't relieve til that door is a slam
And that
by what they've seen
By the absence of colours
And light in their dreams
Lay down your arms
For everyone comes undone
Reach out for love
The illusion
firing arm
I ain't gotta tell you that this ain't what you want
But if it's what you want, nigga set it off
You ain't gotta tell me, bitch I know I'm a don
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