Lyrics:
might
Now of course, I walk right in your dreams
I know who you are
And I know you're far
But you're close to my heart
So let me serenade you with my
Uh, close your eyes
So watch 'em do the Macarena, somewhere out by Pasadena
Love a drug that everybody here just tryna get a taste of
You
to hear my song
How are you gonna take it?
I've been on the shelf too long
Think the words without the song
Never had a way to go
Tell me now I'll
it, I believe it
I'm a million different things
And not one you know
Hey, and our mommies are lost now
Hey, daddy's someone else
Hey, and we
love you)
All, baby girl, I'd trade it all
Even give up my good green (harmony)
All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (is you by my side)
All,
more than car bombs ever will,
But it saves money because people are expendable,
You cold shoulder insurgents yet love arms dealers,
Everybody's
There are some bad people on the rise
There are some bad people on the rise
They're saving their own skins by ruining people's lives
Bad, bad
The lawyer and the banker
And soldiers one by one
Calculate exchanges
And loading up their guns
The politicians bleating
In endless serenade
Conduct
When I disobeyed my parents or my teacher
I was drug to the wood shed by my Dad
And those drugs are still running through my veins
Still affecting
feet
From sea to rising sea
I want it clean but
I want it cheap
I'll tell the world about all the ways I'm helping
By showing off all of my second-hand
the beast I used to be
My laureates of gold are sold
Horns spear the reddened sea
And by my transformed hand
Be sure
The Heavens hear your final
grow weaker, weak and cowardly
Fuck all the order. Chaos prevails
Hang by the border by your own entrails
We are the artists that paint the blood on
We
to serenade you
Decir cosas sucias
Quedarte, no te va
You got that touch
A little bit's not too much
And I don't wanna push my luck
By rushing into something
Cuz there sure ain't nothin'
Left to do in Elko
So I run, so I run
You can chase me all you want
You'll never catch me
My legs are long, (my) heart is
entire nous,
Darling, how are you?
And how are all
Those little dreams
That never did come true?
Awfully glad I met you,
Cheerio and toodle-oo
You drowning by the conditions that we are surrounded by
The shit that we hate is the shit that we bounded by
See truth is when somebody stop
shoppin' summer you niggas are fuckin' sickenin'
Cause you'll take your soul out, just so you can fit in
Simple pleasures, rockstar living
Drugs
your people when you walk down a block
Here in America you have drug spot
They get the black cop, to watch the drug spot
The black drug dealer just
and serenade my pain
I'm begging you now, begging you now
Ooooh
And i can't escape my feelings
There are mirrors on the ceiling
And I can't reflect at all
It's
Play the serenade of your end
I am the heretic they warned you from
I am the enemy in the dark
Bring down your idols one by one cause
I am the heretic
You'll be by my side
Cuz I can't go nowhere
Without my light
Cuz you my sta-a-a-ar
My sta-a-a-ar
You a sta-a-a-ar
You a sta-a-a-ar
Cuz when you
He's angry out of his head
Stop this music before we're all dead
Full of rage out of his mind
Our youth culture is on the decline
Sex and drugs are
of a C-A-R-A-V-A-G-G-I-O
Just for you, it's true it's true
Whip crack, whip crack
They don't care about the summertime
Cheap drugs and expensive wine
They don't care
ear a whisper
Are you afraid too, or is it just me ?
Never promise anyone forever
I cross my heart and hope to die
You see through the whitest lie
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