Lyrics:
When it's midnight on the meadow
And the cats are in the shed
And the river tells a story
At the window by my bed
If you listen very closely
Be
One, two, one, two
Brixton live in the flesh
(?)
Tell a man be prepared, or be fed
(?)
And the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all
Uh, suddenly I'm in the whip
With the gat, full clip
Out the blue, like a crip
Doin' 90 on the backroad
Outta nowhere my girl hit me on the bat
a voice in the distance the lamb that was slain
My soul had no song and my debt I couldn't pay
When I needed a hero you came and you saved
hypnotized by the sparkling lies
We fall under their spell
But don't forget that these are choices (choices)
That we don't have to make
So many voices
scars and my tattoos
When we head for my hideout, act right
Boss playa when I ride out, that's right
What's ya phone number?
If you really wanna
of cities
And six million people that keep their fires lit
I threw a party in my name
But the hours crawled by and no one came
So I bowed my head and I
by accident
I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this shit
I'm
said
I raise my hands, bow my head
I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red
They tell me that there's more to life
Than just
Mmm, you make me feel just like
I'm the luckiest man to ever live
'Cause all the love one man
Could possibly get, honey you give
In your voice
car like a target
I take my orders from fools
Meanwhile some kid blows my head off
Well, I play by their rules
That's why I'm doin' it my way
I
I hear this voices in my head
I'm trippin I'm trippin
I hear this voices in my head
I'm distant i'm distant
I'm trying not to lose my mind
But it's
me head (oh)
Broadcasting from my room and playing with my toys
I want to be a celebrity martyr (oh)
The leading man in my own private drama
sit sipping their tea, watch the sea
Move the sand through their heads (sit in their chairs by the bay)
Did I show you the marks on the wall
Left by
into my head
No, you can’t see into my head
And the roads are full of weapons
That slide by in the night
Tanks all covered in yellow mud
Pass you
from fools
Meanwhile some kid
Blows my head off
Well, I play by their rules
That's why I'm doin' it my way
I took the law in my hands
So here I am in
Raised and born in doom
I don't see me bloom
Fix me if you can, I'm broken too
Locked in my room, nonclassroom
Conflicts and risks
Sirens speaks
War
Away in a manger, no crib for his bed,
the little Lord Jesus laid down his Sweet head.
The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay,
This is my same old coat
And my same old shoes
I was the same old me
With the same old blues
And then you touched my life
Just by holding my
movies
Distracted by cuties, but in truth, it takes the bootie to move me, in the booth, bitch sue me, my voice'll crack rap like i am pookie, pipe up,
a door for me, what would it hurt
Show me you love me by the look in your eyes
These are the little things I need the most in my life
And the more that he
in a silver mine and I call it "Beggar's Tomb"
I got me a violin and I beg you call the tune
Anybody's choice, I can hear your voice
Woah-oh, what I
And stay by my side
'Til morning is nigh
Be near me, Lord Jesus
I ask Thee to stay
Close by me forever
And love me, I pray
Bless all the dear children
In
love best, Lotte said
Is when I'm asleep in my bed
And the Angel of Music sings songs in my head!
The Angel of Music sings songs in my head
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