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it on in to the beauty of the mystery
One big mob is home

One big mob is home a broken home
I'd like to share some air with you some air with you
to the beauty of the mystery
One big mob is home

One big mob is home a broken home
I'd like to share some air with you some air with you
A morning forest
the air
Telephone wires above
Are sizzlin' like a snare
Honey I'm on fire, I feel it everywhere
Nothin' scares me anymore

Kiss me hard before you go
the sky
Where the air gets scared when the planes go by
But you can hop up on my shell
When we crawl across the highway"

Yeah, we were two rocks when
the dark in the pale moonlight
Got my hair up real big beauty queen style
High heels off, I'm feeling alive

Oh, my God, I feel it in the air
Telephone
the dark in the pale moonlight
Got my hair up real big beauty queen style
High heels off, I'm feeling alive

Oh, my God, I feel it in the air
Telephone
the air
Telephone wires above
Are sizzlin' like a snare
Honey I'm on fire, I feel it everywhere
Nothin' scares me anymore

Kiss me hard before you go
a firefly lamp

Me and Billy Monroe, sneaking down by the river
I'm still haunted by the taste of the kiss
I was too scared to give him

Oh, oh, it doesn't
a firefly lamp

Me and Billy Monroe, sneaking down by the river
I'm still haunted by the taste of the kiss
I was too scared to give him

Oh, oh, it doesn't
a firefly lamp

Me and Billy Monroe, sneaking down by the river
I'm still haunted by the taste of the kiss
I was too scared to give him

Oh, oh, it doesn't
dark Montana, long road
Running fence, radio, trucks blow by
Up high, no air, big dreams
Take me back, take me back



I want to show you
there
So help us god
I'll swing at your funeral
The stubborn air
The killer mob
A red bone woman
A double cross
Big fake bitter love underbelly
towns tonight

Steeples, dive bars
Air and water no charge
Everybody knows who's goin' to the graveyard
Pulls over as they're passin' by
Yeah that
the churches money
I'm red fox and you that big dummy
This junkyard was a empire
Y'all let it get over ran by vampires
Most M.C's is god damn liars
Like
jars, poked holes in the lid and made a firefly lamp
Me and Jimmy Monroe, sneaking down by the river
I'm still haunted by the taste of a kiss I didn't
the dark in the pale moonlight
Done my hair up real big, beauty queen style
High heels off, I'm feelin' alive

Oh my God, I feel it in the air
Telephone
(Parody of the written prose "Desiderata" by Max Ehrmann.  This was written by Christopher Guest of "Spinal Tap" fame.  The narator is Norman Rose,
Rizy chattin' about race
Why he breathin' bout air just like Hari K. say
My flow like a pony tail, so when I spit on a skinhead he becomes a Hare
We got that green stuff, Big Tite
Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
Fin to put it all in why'all face

I got too much money, too
on a side street. 

I heard him huffing and the sound of his big feet against the paving, he was getting close.

As he rounded the corner I sighted him up
killers, eight pack gold grillers
Fuck ya ass up in a minute gold digga
Put 'cha rollies in the air motherfuck them busters
Big money, Big Willie, down
the dark in the pale moonlight
Got my hair up real big beauty queen style
High heels off, I'm feeling alive

Oh, my God, I feel it in the air
Telephone
one in the air
While we are in the, corners of my chrome
Same shit another year, in the southern hemisphere, wait a while

Nigga hold up, hold up
Make
tryin'a get a big chain ain't cha?
Hmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha?
Hmm, goin' getcha air force plane ain't cha?
Say what? So you can
(Parody of the written prose "Desiderata" by Max Ehrmann.  This was written by Christopher Guest of "Spinal Tap" fame.  The narator is Norman Rose,

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