Lyrics:
the wilds from desperate we feed We'll black out the silence from our own evil Gather 'round to make the sound A nightmare for their dreams. No more alone
again
(might grow again) might grow again
woken up at night by an empty heart
we’ll cry ourselves to sleep
It was a false start
A false start
I wonder if
pinball
At Barleycorn's
Got to hug Nathan K down by the thrift store
Turned down loud rockin' in The Pool
I was floating 'round South Bend
Like a motorized
all the way in it and make mine now
Flip that low life round, strip that crown
Take down heads trying to wear that
Dead, yeah, let me kill that
I
a realtor, got a couple houses 'round my neck
Nigga pillow talkin', know you tired of yawnin', go get your rest
Real brick baby, Section 8, my cousins WIC
just a young understanding
Cruising round, in a friends new car
You've always known that they wont get you far
Found yourself on a downward slope
and you
Me and you
Ordering in, tuning out
Always having so much we can talk about
Lying 'round in pajamas in the middle of the afternoon
Knowing what
They all will rise and fall,
Creations survived the time,
The ones built by us all
Child of time, born in the new dimension
You are sent to find
Winters come and summers go
Last time round for all we know
Wonder what the time is in London
As they tear this world apart
Step by step it
So what the fuck is this UK
Gunnin' with this US of A
In Iraq and Iran and in Afghanistan
Does not a day go by
Without the Israeli Air Force
niggas by the balls
See me comin', drop the drawers, stop and pause
Hear me bustas, better drop the charge
Mothafucka, i'm about to roar
Spittin'
I was drunk at the pulpit, I knew it was wrong
And I left in mid-sermon tempted by a bar-house song
The pews creaked and shifted as they turned
the reason why your girl, keep jocking me
Got too many hands, pulling on Big Moe
But ain't too many hands, that Big Moe get thoed
See I was born, all by
Well we're all packed up and we're Iroquois bound,
Tuning our ears for the F.M. sound.
We got a million problems, we're on our way,
44th, New York,
Everyone gather round,
The fight's about to begin
It's me against the whole wide world
Knowing there's no way I could win
It's been a while
to take neighborhood
that have been terrorized by members of the Harpys gang
[James Hahn]
This injunction is going to prohibit the Harpys from
operating in
It's a new day
Wasting away
Nothing to lose my friend
By the street lamp
Watching them move
On to the bus again
You're the old school
deep inside Bill's massive head
A master plan did bloom
Buy the information out
By sellin' a brand new tune
[Chorus]
Forget the lights
Forget the sounds
You no longer need me round
Lost my patience
Lost my pride
The story of my life
Innocence is no way
I hope you're happy
Out in glitter gulch
With your brand new friends
Who will shake you off like a dog
When they're bored with you
I'm not
Would you like to buy me a brand new pair of pyjamas
Would you like to fly with me on a holiday to Grenada
Have V.I.P. treatment, a send off by brass
flames engulf your good works and
Our terror reigns supreme
Dark beasts that do my bidding by
Thrashing, tearing down your dreams
"Gather 'round
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
There is a big click clack machine
Whose engines don't pump gasoline
It's a poundin' crazy arm that works all day
It's run by all the people who
Have
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