Lyrics:
A modern-day warrior
Mean, mean stride
Today's Tom Sawyer
Mean, mean pride
Though his mind is not for rent
Don't put him down as arrogant
His
A modern-day warrior
Mean, mean stride
Today's Tom Sawyer
Mean, mean pride
Though his mind is not for rent
Don't put him down as arrogant
His
A modern day warrior mean, mean stride
Today's Tom Sawyer mean, mean pride
Though his mind is not for rent
Don't put him down as arrogant
His
that
I'm feeling front row center
The band sounds killer
With you singing harmony
I wouldn't trade my place to be on that stage
If you weren't
spenders
Why the world don't know what me and Wayne might do
Our pa's each own one of the World Trade Centers
For a kiss and a smile, I'll give mine all
spenders
Why the world don't know what me and Wayne might do
Our pa's each own one of the World Trade Centers
For a kiss and a smile, I'll give mine all
(Don't know what I) been thinking (Oh)
I need you for the weekend
My yellow Puerto Rican
You think I'm playin' defense
But I don't who I want to be with
Tonight in the shipyard a man draws a circle in the dirt
I move to the center and I take off my shirt
I study him for the cuts, the scars, the pain,
Why the fuck would I hustle
For an apartment I can't afford?
Why the fuck would I vote
So my cries can be ignored?
Why the fuck would I work
To trade
He's the center of attention, everywhere he goes
Loud noises, keep it up, he's a man that everybody knows
But he ruins every time, because he tries
me lie down for a while and I'll be on my way
Tonight in the shipyard a man draws a circle in the dirt
I move to the center and I take off my shirt
Stamped dead center
On the letter head of the company mail
Four decades a spitting image
Of the animal I portrayed
At Maddox Table a yoke was carved
Sometimes I gotta center find out who I am
I chill out I let in the wind
I gotta feel the pulse of the planet on my skin
I got news for ya it ain't
flesh, who trails on a leash
Will you see that I'm scared and I'm lonely?
So I'll break up my room, and yawn and I
Run to the center of things
Where
September 11th
Well it was Hell in Heaven
A Hell of a day
In the US of A
Terror hit the World Trade Center
In New York City
And the Pentagon
In
(Iriscience)
You can use cash for tools, to get parks and pools
Community centers, rec rooms and schools
Book money, off the books and food money
Rent money,
on baby what's with sudden devotion
I trade a river of tears for just a little emotion
You can curse my name pin it up with my picture
And say it's the last
To trade in some emptied out spaces
For some speeeeeeed
An that good ol' American Dream
An
She took her first release
On the back seat
Of a 1961 black V-8
About Jesus down in Waco and the odor he emits
Whoa
Fuck world trade
Fuck the state
The trade center is bombed and the FBI is pissed
So they act
it was self defense
Nigga feelin' hopeless
Starin' at the idiom box, riddle me this
If a killer was a nigga would niggas still really care
Cause niggas
These defense walls, tear them down Build a bridge and make a call Trade your anger for kindness Make fighting useless
Keep your hatred to yourself -
ruined like World Trade Center's Floors
But I'll try to be optmistic
I hope at least it lasts this friendship
Everytime I look at you, I think
How things
(Halleluja Jesus, halleluja!)
Now here's the prop, turnaround jumper
Hits the rim bounce away, the new slave trade
Manchild, six feet five, but
(Halleluja Jesus, halleluja!)
Now here's the prop, turnaround jumper
Hits the rim bounce away, the new slave trade
Manchild, six feet five, but
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