Lyrics:
Careful thought decisions
And my whole cli-tique the same vision
41st till I dearly depart 'Til then
I'll be somewhere gettin' bent up in a den
Sippin' gin
their rocks off
A burning beach and a sea of fire
Couldn't burn through this virtual desire
A burning beach and a sea of fire
Couldn't drown out this
and drugs
At 1st I came 2nd and then tied at the tongue
I am undone, leaking secrets silence the drums
Revitalise a line of fire tighten the gloves
See: I'm
Cause back on the 41st side we do a ride
Sippin E & J, gettin' bent all night
Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my whole life
Step to his business cause
doing a nose dive
So be cautious and don't be anxious
Even though you never could now you wanna catch ST-Statures
(Now you wanna catch ST
at e mimre um
Oss satt i parken helt te klukka viste fire
På St. Hanshaugen mens oss såg utover byen
Ja oss sang me te gamle sanger for oss rusla heim
Fire Can't Cool Down
Yea its pretty sweet (yea)
House of Pain we keep it jumpin
Like oh No
We get it in Its Pretty Sweet
1st round I get the bag yea I
guy(why?) simply 'cause I am on fire
I hate to have to cancel my vacation so you can't deny
I'm patient, but I ain't gonna try
You don't come, I ain't
Divination, no desire
Chorus
Hear, hear them cry
Ashes fly high
From the innocent lives
Fire, Fire Cry!
Why must they pay?
Why must they Die?
Fire Cry!
21st
One, two, three
The flowers from St. Jupiter
Are growin' in the yard
And I made sure that I planted 'em
At least three feet apart
me
'Cause you're playing with fire
Your mother she's an heiress
On the block in St Johns Wood
And your father be there with her
If he only could
When she had twenty years she turned to her mother
Saying Mother, I know that you'll grieve
But I've given my soul to St John the gambler
Tomorrow
fire
Can you feel it
Burning like fire
Burning like fire
Burning like fire
Here's St. Peter at the door
He was there the night before
His eyes
Politician's funeral pyre
Innocence raped with napalm fire
21st century schizoid man
Dead sea, blind man's greed
Poet's starving children bleed
st thomas and an old man walkin'
and he tells him
go your own way, be your own stay
don't matter what they all say
in the middle of a fire
you
Style on the beat hoe!
Ridin' round the city with my dawgs
We just want some foreign cars
We not leasin' s**t at all nah, nah
The way I run
st-st-st-st Stutters I'm at-at I
Would rather be tougher
Than live it smoothly like butter
But not so bitter ricotta
But so I sit up and shut up it's
Like
the new intentions them old roads toilet bowls full of s**t
and syphilis oh I'm sorry Pimpin I know I'm Trippin
seen so much dirt N***a dug shit they call
Yo TJ, dem nuh know di WorldBoss program?
Years worth a fire, bloodclat, Scorched Earth
From yuh violate, it a guh hurt, ask Bert
Dem bwoy deh easy
the St. Ide's swallower,
The Fa Sho hollerer,
The reebok wearer, the Camoflauge era,
The White boy terror, the duckin' undercovers,
back here and I
Reckon they don't try
I just put some beer on ice
Let's just dance for a moment or two
'Cause you're the fire of Carolina
Fire on the asphalt L.A. freeway
Santa Anna windstorm come blow me away
'Cause this rear view mirror could use some adjustment
Some other reflection,
[1st verse:]
Johnny was bashful and shy
Nobody understood why
Mary loved him
All the other girls passed him by
Everyone wanted to know
How she
person tried to light his hat on fire at 51st Street. (light his hat on fire, light his hat on fire, light his hat on fire).
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