Lyrics:
be out if step if we are still in line
One more round - One more round
We wouldn't want to tread new ground
One more round
Another circle drawn
From St Kilda to Kings Cross is thirteen hours on a bus
I pressed my face against the glass and watched the white lines rushing past
And all around
and in fact the impact I make colossal
Creating and novating like the great Pablo Picasso
Design every line in my rhyme's the climb, up the ladder
So
I feel your heart
It's beating time with mine
But love love love is on the line
He holds you down
But I know you want to run
You're hot hot
You wanna fist, you wanna ride, go to school so you can hide, step on the
Bus be rewarded, get off last & yer retarded, last off, last in line
There was a photo of her face, she looked about 23,
A photo of her grey flannel dress that was cut just below her knee.
The weight of the stars made
would call your name
And I'd cut my skin to let you under
& if you promise not to leave,
I might let you outside
She is all around me now
If I
dove,
And then she started cooking dumplings on the stove.
She wore a low cut dress, oh it was as green as clover,
He jumped with glee 'cause he could
Thus far the only signs of freshness
I came across upon this quest was nothingness
possessed to find truth at all costs elementally
I walk a thin line
parade
throwin' grenades at his fresh cut dane
Every joint is made on rhymes from the spot
You fuckin' with us you better bring all you got
Ras came
There ain't no mystery here
We just try to get by
No use in having a plan
They'll only cut up you sky
You can't open their eyes
Once you give in
live and die by the motto, let none survive
Livin' off my last cut, can't hold the sword up
You can have that for free before I take your best offer
I'm holdin' on to twenty nine
And up ahead on that horizon is the California line.
Now I've had enough of this freedom of the road
Never was good
soul
Of a maharani queen
She reminded me of someone
I know
The lines she was reading
Seemed to reach just this man
Though her painted lips hung
Well if your baby ain't doin' you right and you're feelin' low
Go down to the woods take you a knife and cut you a fishin' pole
Throw out your line
You cut your head on the bedside table.
Your temple bled as you were unable to
Remember the lines of what you were reading
About someone
There's a cold wind blowin' through the old east side
It cuts with the devil's curse
They're turning our people into the streets, while
are still shaking
Why did they do this to you?
Why did they do this to you?
Were they cut off from their past?
Did they try to kill the future?
measured out the years
Atropus cuts the thread with her shears
Time time time an imagery line
mine not yours nor yours mine
They lead the blind back
Clappaz clap that ass
Wontime, for ya mind, hit that ass color blind
Signed on the dotted line, it's how I live my lifetime
Reality hit me at some
And I took a walk
[Chorus]
I still remember all those nights
We had together up on Mars
We both stood in line to get some new tattoos
While
I got it all sewn up
A hardened razor cut
Scar map across my body
And you can trace the lines
Through misery's designs
That map across my body
defying dictator who's down
The mighty hard rocker who's rocking your butt
And everybody check him out, Cash Money's on the cut
Verse 3
Boy, I'm rough
to toe the line!
You commit your frightful arms
against the palaces and treasures of our mind.
That's why your should remember
the duty that's
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