Lyrics:
stand there
Don't just stand there
Don't just stand there, let's get to it
Strike a pose, there's nothing to it
There's something you gotta hit
It's
strike you
Again and again
Your body falls
The movement is sharp and clear and pure
And gone
I stop and kneel beside you
Drained of everything
her
Starting at the violent sound
She tries to turn
But final
Noiseless
Slips and strikes her soft dark head
The water bows
Receives her
Sitting by an open door
With rain dropping in my face
Then lightning strikes
Across the room
I fall in your embrace
It was a lovely rendezvous
Better
To use what learning I've got.
I won't waste any time,
I'll strike while the iron is hot.
If they asked me, I could write a book
About the way you
sometimes, it's always me, how dark can these hallways be
The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half past three
This half ass rhyme with this half ass
wit' no strikes, stripes, or whistles
I ain't felt this good since my wood lived off a thistle
Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
strike a careless pose
And whistle a happy tune,
So no-one ever knows
I'm afraid.
The result of this deception
Is very strange to tell,
For when I
door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore
Strike another match, let's start anew
And it's all over now, baby blue
Oh, it's all over now, baby
From behind
[Chorus]
Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you're always afraid
Step out of line
The Men come
niggaz pop shit
Yo nigga Noyd what's the topic? Nine pound we rocked in
Ninety-six strike back with more hot shit
Illuminate my team'll glow like,
for the fence, got lucky with a strike
Drilling for fear makes the job simple
Born on third, thinks he got a triple
Blackout weaves its way through
bolt of lightning
Strikes me not just once, but twice
As I say the words I swore I'd never say
In my whole life
Yeah, come on over tonight
Me fallin' in
strike a match and you will know
you're in Hernandos Hideaway. Ole!
beautiful bird, you will have flown
Any day now, I'll be all alone
I know that, hey, I know that
Any day now
When the clock strikes go, you'll call it off
Like a thief in the night
My Lord come and strike
Leave nothing but ashes to the left, dust to the right
Holocaust aside, many lived and died
But
To use what learning I've got.
I won't waste any time,
I'll strike while the iron is hot.
If they asked me, I could write a book
About the way you
for an answer
Keep your alibis
Don't know where we're goin'
Just know where we've been
Remember when the clock strikes twelve
The losers always win
a fortune, any man could strike it Rich
But I'm doing good to keep it Strait and keep my wheels out of the ditch
Ain't no Foster for the Desert Rose,
And that's where I wanna be
In the evening shadow of red butte
Up the lane from the slaughter house bridge
The first cabin the moonlight strikes as it crests
passion or humor to strike
What shall we do, what shall we do with all this useless beauty?
All this useless beauty
Good Friday arrived, the sky
Searching for an answer
Keep your alibis
Don't know where we're going
Just know where we've been
Remember when the clock strikes twelve
The losers
Want to bite the hand that feeds me, want to turn the tides
Set the demons free and watch 'em fly
Strike down the one who leads me, I'm gonna
strikes, my cousin's doing time upstate
I sent him Camel with no filters
I'm in the ghetto slangin' dope with straight killas, ugh
I know kids that pack
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