Lyrics:
of the hurricane
I'm flopping on my bed like a flying squirrel
Like a little girl hurt by the big bad world
Yeah it's twisting up my insides
Can't hide it
my soul but I'm tryina get this cake
Tryin' to get it done, set a little mansion
Parties by the pool, model bitches dancing
It was just a dream,
You got your little pills, some kind of cheap thrills
We use to bet who'd be the first one to make it out
You've got your airwaves some chemicals
feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world
And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb
Always reminding me that
A tall drink of water and a pretty little thing
Were kissing on corner in the pouring rain.
Turned my head to get a better view
Oh lord, help me it was
Father, help your children,
And don't let them fall by the side of the road.
Mmm, and teach them to love one another,
And heaven might find
Turning to a caliber .22
Every day he starts the same old fight.
And every day it just gets worse by night.
If I hit the streets I think I'll be
Chestnut roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost snipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
Everybody
gardens .and you had to work hard b'y, 'tis a lot o hard work. everybody worked-when you're old enough to work you had to work. that's....that's it.
and break-ins
Go to your location with no notification
Quick to pick up the Glocks, fill the clip to the top
Kill the kids too little too big to adopt
Got
feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world
how to live by livin' right where I land
So come on sing along with this song
Gotta rock it on the radio, takes you where you wanna go
There's
The model volcano by the giant gas tank
The street corner gun-market next to the robbed bank
The poorhouse next to the Uniroyal palace
A tower
She's sitting at the table
The hour's getting later
He was supposed to be here
She's sure he would've called
She waits a little longer
There's
Words, they keep dropping.
They keep spilling from my hands on to paper.
I’m in Virginia.
It’s 3am and I can’t fall asleep.
Just a little bit
A little tough love
Never hurt nobody
Never saw this coming,
This side of me
I know where you're goin'
With your sugar-laced talkin'
And it
sipped champagne on a yacht
I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed 'em what I've got
I've been undressed by kings and I've seen some things
That
feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world
Higly armed the white police
Are blowing away little knees
Crushed bones and finger tips
Are forming words on bleeding lips
Blue eyes are watching
What I am
What I am getting older
What I need is a man by my shoulder
What I am
What you are
Alright, I'm sick of your lying there
Look
to know
And I won't tell anyone that I know
And I'll be waiting by the phone
All those pictures that you gave me
And all those promises you made me
you look at me
'Cause I can't stop looking at you
Ooh, and the sweetest thing that you do for me baby
Besides the little things that you do
Well,
If I ruled the earth I'd sail ships over seas till sundown.
Then I'd return in dark to walk these streets alone.
By day I hear the serpents calling
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