Lyrics:
A boy with a coin he found in the weeds
With bullets and pages of trade magazines
Close to a car that flipped on the turn
When god left the ground
A boy with a coin he found in the weeds
With bullets and pages of trade magazines
Close to a car that flipped on the turn
When god left the ground
I dreamt about a tranquil Sunday drive
A sensory lullaby
We trade the comics, cartoons, and magazines
For pistons and gasoline
We see the road
Caught the flavor want it all
Only seventeen
Bet you know the trash I mean
Row your features into magazines
Go to Plaza, where's the trade?
Only
obituaries
Then trades his paper for a
Corporate magazine
A gun shot from the tv screen
Your mother sews to dancing queen
Your brothers held up in the garage
in the brain
I'd be the biggest fool in the whole universe
To trade a heavenly blessing for a worldly curse
I was a weaker man 'til I made my stand
Caught the flavor want it all
Only seventeen
Bet you know the trash I mean
Row your features into magazines
Go to Plaza, where's the trade?
Only
I went into a home one day to see some friends of mine
Of all the books and magazines, not a Bible could I find
I asked them for the Bible; when
hide in shame
I thought I was overweight
Would have done anything to trade
For a body like the magazines
Anything but my reality
Couldn't face my own
features into magazines
Go to Plaza, where's the trade?
Only seventeen
Slips are lower trash is in
lady friend
From Penthouse magazine
You oughta see the chrome gleam on
My Mercedes all shiny and new
Hey, I'm the Jack of Diamonds
The boy with all
The kids 'round here look just like sticks
They trade old licks with a beat up six
I just smile and catch the groove
Gothic girls all dress in
I
Trade it for another?
Shot him in a magazine
Is it your fantasy?
Another shade of love
Oh no, oh no
Shake it like a flavor queen
Isn't it
or compared with magazines
There's a land where our shackles turn to diamonds
Where we trade in our rags for a royal crown
In that place, our oppressors hold
in the brain
I'd be the biggest fool in the whole universe
To trade a heavenly blessing for a worldly curse
I was a weaker man till I made my
in the brain
I'd be the biggest fool in the whole universe
To trade a heavenly blessing for a worldly curse
I was a weaker man 'til I made my stand
I went into a home one day just to see some friends of mine
Of all their books and magazines, not a Bible could I find
I asked them for the Bible
Front-page magazine, listen to this lady scream:
"I wouldn't trade it for nothing"
Cause she know what's better for her
Toppin' in the peckin' order
Fluid
Cause I some kids and a house girl a life with you
I want a fairy tale love the kind of thing
That you read in a magazine
A perfect loves what I need
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good baby, baby, check it
It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt 'n' Pepa and Heavy D up in
the kind of thing
That you read in a magazine
A perfect loves what I need cause I just want to be your one and only
[Chorus:]
Girl I wanna be your all
Baby
I went into a home one day to see some friends of mine
Of all the books and magazines not a Bible could I find
I asked them for the Bible when they
movies
In-flight shopping magazines
Wheezing the air up there
Got me a backache somewhere
Is that Santa Barbara II think I've
I been there
Trade one town
Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty
How he fell with a roll and a rumble
And curled up like Lord Olofa Crumple
By the butt of the Magazine Wall
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