Lyrics:
there in black leather with holes in the jeans
My only chance to talk to her and gain some leverage
Is ruined by a beverage
That I spilled on her mother's
and her desires
Flyin' out from the fire
Showin' them by inspire
Her middle finger to admire
I'm not normal, no, you see
You can't blame me to be me
'Cos
Even if the world between us
Will all be caught on fire
I will be your little koala
I will find a way out to hug you
I will always be there for you
I
I'm glad you called by the way how's the children
Kitchen bathroom laundry walls flooring or the ceiling
You know I got you go pick out some colors
mostly white
Ain't it?
They want to see you jiggaboo with your
face painted
Be brought home by one of their daughters and their fathers
fainted
They
been taken over these lames
I wish a nigga would respond I'll put all your so-called best to shame
In the mountain west is where you can find a state
I'll help you to get out of your doubt (let's go)
First, I was watching TV and there was a channel
That's crazy and funny and it's called MediaShop
(This one's goin' out to the strip joints
Yo, meet me at Suzy's Rendez-vous
For every Go-Go Bar
I'ma send this one out to the gentlemen's clubs
never even called me by my name.
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings.
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride.
And you don't have to call
Looking for a possibility
Looking for someone to show me the way
Finding my freedom
By believing
There's a place called home
I won't be alone
Break
Ayy, 5-0 won't leave out, dope boy, Reeboks only thing I had to wear
I ain't have a dollar to my name, when I called you, you wasn't there
We used
Ayy, 5-0 won't leave out, dope boy, Reeboks only thing I had to wear
I ain't have a dollar to my name, when I called you, you wasn't there
We used
left me lying there on the cold hard floor
Didn't listen when I called out to you
You left me crying there
Sat by your door
Begging for another day
road called the El Camino
Well I've been a prince and you know I've been a post
By a barb wire fence and a murder of crows
I'm leaving all I've
thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
music
Was labeled Freak Out
In '66 The Fugs signed to New York label ESP
The same label put out a
Band called The Godz, with a 'Z'
The Godz accomplished
The golden groves are lined with affluence and roses
But the bagheads down by Central Station are closer to where home is
It can be grim and send
around every day
Looking out the window to A Place Called Home
Anxiously awaiting the day he sits on his throne
Take me away to a place called home
to stay
It's my time, time
I roll the dice, I'ma take the chance
And I know that im finna make it out the mud
And I pray my bro's sitting by my side
It's my
by myself
But I'd still do it if you asked
I'd still call you when I land
We're flying over Colorado
I hear that song Townes sings
'Bout going out
This nigga tryna spit game but he got No hoes
First whip I copped me was a Honda Came with 4 doors
She got like 5 bitches, by my lonely Called up 4
there in Richmond
Before that
Oh, you talking bout my hometown?, yeah
I was born out of Philly grew up in a little silly old town called Cheltenham
It
Really want to see
Who you called me to be
Don’t wanna be clouded by the lies
I wanna be secure
In my identity
Be who called me to be
I wanna free
I
Mama called me crazy but I had to do my thing yah
Bitch I’m heating up like a feen-that watch the ice melt
Ahead by an era people staring I might error
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