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Lyrics & Music: Paul Kantner
Lyrics: Grace Slick

He's stronger by talk than by sight
But by sight he'll know you
You buy him a ride he'll know you

El Paso

Don McLean

Sings Marty Robbins

2001

silence,
Shocked by the FOUL EVIL deed I had done.
Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there;
I had but one chance and that was to run.

Out

a queen trapping ass round town
You looking for love in all the wrong places
Thirteen colonies founded by Masons
Chasing nightmares disguised as wet

Ya' Know
I'm 
Just Trying to talk NicE Tew You
Is there Anything wrong with THat

I didn't Think So...

She text me what you doing
I say doing You
Be

couldn't live no more
Wrestled with him, shot up drugs in his system, no remorse
Keep in mind it was enough ketamine to knock out a horse (The fuck?)
So did

When you're wrong
My pen still attacking domes
Get my point
Left em clueless 
I'm the truest
Hear me fluent 
When I spit it
Know I do this
Like I'm going

Darling you done me wrong 
Left me hangin here all alone 
Riding under a red moon 
Clouds rollin in too soon

Left your other man lying there
When I

you off with the hammer
I've been moving this pack, I'm the real dope commander
That boy thought he was tough, till he caught him at the wrong second

the womb 
Act by knowing the value of your life
It is a speeding horse. You will have to carry the burden
This is how it is to live
Let it go, you will not

tell by the way
A young nigga walk
Ion gotta slide
Have foenem slide wit chalk
Inna White ones when his ass
Got caught
Put a K to this shit
So foenem

or more
Got no need for doors
Down the chimney and out then I sneak past the snores
My dear, I'll be over by four

Plastic horses and trains, G.I. Joes,

you know that I'm a pick up
We can fornicate by your favourite place and I'll leave you feeling richer
By the minute by the hour
Making thousands we

Traveling into distanced forests
Hills and roads
Riding mighty Danish horses
Caring swords

Heavy armored knights are coming
Blessed by their pope

"what's
The purpose of this task?"
Someone smiled at her child
And she said "this is a trial
It's a test and the best will
Be judged by all the rest
Now my

On an Orange-County Chopper, Gehenna cycle
I got a special with a red dot, fuck
A vest I’m posing for the camera
So I’m sending head shots
Looking like the Ghost Rider

missed a beat
Meat gets beat
By a cleaver 
Or a beaver
But you probably need your hand
I can no longer stan
Or stand 
The red white and blue
Liberties

Flames!!!

Ahhhhh!!!

Their steel shines red with enemy blood
It sings of victory granted by the gods
And as they return
Bleeding but proud
The horizon burns

I went down to old Joe's bar room

On the corner by the square.

Well, the drinks were bein' served as usual,

And this motley crowd was there.

Y'all should already know
Got this red dot mark on you
Marks like, ready go, you
Horse around, get around like a merry-go
Catch a big fish, I'm not

medusa, these niggas just losers
You ain’t even do shit
I’m the coach that’s coolest
T ruler, sharp shooter, red ruga, not human
Lex Luthor, super mutant,

We welcomed them well, nothing's wrong with shared
They just want to trade, am I right? No, you're not
Trapped by the Vereenigde Oost Indische Chaos

chance, I took the penalty but guessed the wrong way (Listen to your heart)
See I was late, now I'm carrying weight
Like a pregnant female, I got fucked in

in blood
The lights go down, the red curtains come apart
The room is full of smoke and dialogue I know by heart
And the coins in my pocket go

On a winter night by full moonlight
Two horses and an open sleigh
Take a ride, a cowboy and his bride
Stop for friends along the way

The time is