Lyrics:
GINc cT THE DINER
NOTHING WOULD BE FINER
SPENDS cLL HER TIME IN THE SKY
BOBBY WcS HER BOY
HE WcS SELF EMPLOYED
ROBBING THIEVES JUST TO HcVE SOME
[W.C.]
It's been a minute that I've been sittin up in this cell
Thinkin of many ways that I can get paid escapin jail
My life is like a football
There's no man who could put him down
The world is sweet
It's at his feet when he's uptown
Whoa oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
or call
And I know this rodeo has been hard on us all
But I'll be home soon
And honey is there somethin' wrong
She said, don't bother comin' home
By
on the morning train
Somebody in the coffee shop that you walk right by everyday
Somebody that you look at but never really see
Somewhere out there is somebody
him in a by-street
You may see him in the square
But when a crime's discovered
Then Macavity's not there
He's outwardly respectable, I know
He cheats
alibis
By claiming God as his only rock
He's stealing a God from the Israelite
Stealing a God from a Muslim, too
There is only one God through
go
To the valley below
Your daddy, he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade
He
before it's lit
He is I and I am him
Some bitches a lot of weed and gin
Tattoos cover half my skin
Hoes scream Taylor Gang out they roof
Plus they love
THERE HE WcS LOOKING BcCK cT ME
ON THE TV NEWS TONIGHT
c STONE cGE McN BcCK TO LIFE
ScYING PcRT OF US NEVER DIES
HE WcS M.L.K OR McRVIN GcYE
WITH
idustries
Profit over people is what they say
HOW McNY MORE DIScSTEROUS WcRNINGS
THERE'S NO ESCcPE FROM GLOBcL WcRMING
Bush and Exxon's dirty connection
And he stood
For Uncle Sam
And he only loved
One woman
He was always proud
Of what he had
He said
His greatest contribution
Is the ones
You leave
Texas
There's a guy who plays the best piano by far
He can play piano any way that you like it
But the way he plays is eight to the bar
When he jams
Monday morning is not Monday morning 'til Taylor has his coffee
Friday night is not Friday night 'til Jessie leaves the room sweating
Tuesday morning
SO MEcN SOMETIMES IT cIN'T RIGHT
I STILL TREcT HER LIKE IT'S FINE
I GUESS THcT'S ME BcBY
HcTE IS NEVER IN MY MIND
TcKE THcT SHIT RIGHT OUT OF YOUR
All the bedroom lights go out
As the neighborhood gets quiet
Everything in heaven and earth is almost right
But there's a wife who's wondering
There but for you go I.
I saw a man walking by the sea
Alone with the tide was he,
I looked and I thought as I watched him go by:
There but for you go
Ever wonder 'bout what he's doing
How it all turned to lies?
Sometimes I think that it's better
To never ask why
Where there is desire, there
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm
Sweeney there beside you?
Sweeney wishes the world away
Sweeney's weeping for yesterday
Is Sweeney!
There he is, it's Sweeney!
Sweeney! Sweeney!
He's not too easily scared
He's got friends but they got the fear
Wouldn't care too much if he just disappeared
Oh, look, hey, there he is now
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
them so far apart
Lonely there she kneels and tells the stars above
In her arms he belongs and her prayer is a song
Her undying song of love
God on high
Hear my prayer
In my need
You have always been there
He is young
He's afraid
Let him rest
Heaven blessed.
Bring him home
Bring him home
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