Lyrics:
I must have dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street
Now, did you
Take a few M-16s to the hood
Pass 'em all out on the block, what's good?
I'ma put the Compton swap meet by the White House
Republican run up, get
unknown,
He: Far from the cry of the city where flowers pretty caress the stream,
Both: Cozy to hide in, to live side by side in, don't let it abide in my
His songs live on
Ramblin' Fever and The Way I Am
Blue collar blues for the working man
We'll be singin' him back home from now on
And he won't ever
a
responsive chord in many America women waiting, like Peggy, for their guys
to come home."
Waitin' for the train to come in
Waitin' for my man to come home
Wish I could come home from workin'
And not have ya checkin' my breath
I'm tired of her turning her questions
Into the Gettysburg Address
words)
But he's talkin' about, "I wanna see you deceased")
No doubt, to live and die in LA
California, what you say about Los Angeles?
Still the only
a drum, whoa
Right now, you'd already be home
Live on, live on
The drum life never gets old
Live on, live on
The drum life keeps going on
Verse 2:
It was
Working on your own time
Laid back and laughin'
Oh, no, oh, no
Headlights, make it home by sundown
Feeling that the day is through
Return back
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
on home with the right song
Played at the right time
What happened to the girl that you loved once and left
Young man did you break her heart
Did she live
Working on your own time
Laid back and laughin'
Oh, no, oh, no
Headlights, make it home by sundown
Feeling that the day is through
Return back
Don't lose your way
With each passing day
You've come so far
Don't throw it away
Live believing
Dreams are for weaving
Wonders are waiting
I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street
Now did
the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday
Hear the drum pounding out of time
Another protester has crossed the line (hey)
aliens (too fly)
Goin too hard like the ground that the dead go in (bury em)
Name ain't Trevor Phillips but the dirt I bury MCS in (murk)
Balling so hard
on a velvet sky
You demand the answers but don't know why
In my mind there is no time
Yeah little things they make me so happy
All I want to do is live by
came to the door
Said McKenzie Phillips doesn't live here anymore
talks about
And she's got everything that I have to live without
Drew talks to me, I laugh 'cause it's just so funny
But I can't even see anyone when
came to the door
Said McKenzie Phillips doesn't live here anymore
watch you drink it all
I'm gonna watch you fall
You'll find me by your side
If you find me at all
So here it is on offer
Everything I have to give,
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
Allelujah, allelujah
Allelujah, allelujah
Glory, glory, allelujah
We've been so good, so precise
Always playing by the rulebook
It's time we
home
I used to hold your hand
You used to use my umbrella every time it rained
You used to cry so much, it was a crying shame
You used to live over
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