Lyrics:
the start of the legend
Of Theater Road
Now I am a young boy
With dreams of my own
My home is where that barn once stood
On that gently sloping hill
I think
I got love for the south
I got love for the west coast
Been on my own, for the most
But I'm blessed though
Still got no home
But I know how the rest
Another session in the theater of genocide
I can hear the first noises of this tragic entertainment
The notes say: It’s freedom of expression.
backed out on a date to accompany him to the theater
Mr. Hosley said he drove 35 miles from his home in Campbell to San Francisco
To pick up Ms. Cheeslet
to bid farewell to you, and to express thanks for your attendance at this theater. This might seem old fashioned to some of you, but I'd like to join in
The theater's all vacant
The streets were calm last night
I sat down in a restaurant booth
Beneath fluorescent lights
Through the open door
The sea breeze
At Mann's Chinese Theater Show
She could've been a movie star
Never got the chance to go that far
Her life was stole, oh
Now we'll never know
(No, no,
At Mann's Chinese Theater Show
She could've been a movie star
Never got the chance to go that far
Her life was stole, oh
Now we'll never know
(No, no,
to
School for theater i took
Four years of my life and
Devoted it to theater
I did that because my passion was
Acting when I started rapping, i
Felt like I
know I'm getting shitty
I know the folks back home miss me
Shawty eat a dick like a glizzy
Baby girl, make the shit glisten
Why you hard headed, don't
exciting
Leatherjacket, hair wax, vinyl record, no masks
1962 I'm coming home
Late night in my cadillac, sky was black, take me back
Drive in theater kissing
twenty-four hour moon
Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball head
Wishing he was home in a Wisconsin bed
Fifteen feet of snow in the East
Colder then a well
on the floor and stereo layin' a strip
Now we spied a sign, says "Eat Gas Now"
We decided to whip in and pick up some chow
At the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep
twenty-four hour moon
Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball head
Wishing he was home in a Wisconsin bed
Fifteen feet of snow in the East
Colder then a well
he know you like to do
It in the back row
Of the theaters and shows we used to go to
Does he know that you still
Call when he's not home?
And that you
In the darkness...after the show
Outside the Theater, the air is damp and cold
All the people.. heading for home
They don't believe, that what
backed out on a date to accompany him to the theater
Mr. Hosley said he drove 35 miles from his home in Campbell to San Francisco
To pick up Ms. Cheeslet
Front rooms
Back rooms
Slide into tables
Crowd into bathrooms
Joke around
Cheap talk
Deep talk
Talk, talk, talk around the clock
Crawl home
Front rooms
Back rooms
Slide into tables
Crowd into bathrooms
Joke around
Cheap talk
Deep talk
Talk, talk, talk around the clock
Crawl home
want to keep it rolling
My skin is too tight to live in
Cut me out from this childish theater
Shut me down, cannot wear this face again
Give them all
and the sound carry us home
I'll be the boy in a story so gently heard
In the theater that tellers of fables call the world
Later discover its all for the love
The springs be like a theater the drama
I dont want no funny shit im on one
I dont want no funny shit im on one
Lot of people in the system shit
9 to 5 when
won't make it home
A lost king on an island throne
Living life like it’s a theater
Taking love like it’s for free
Euphoria, there’s nothing sweeter
I’m in
in the theater
Stay till we can recite the lines
Baby you can sleep in my arms
Till your ride home is a mile high, my angel
I don't know when
But I
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