Lyrics:
There's a long-distance train rolling through the rain, tears on the letter I write.
There's a woman I long to touch and I miss her so much but
Have fell around us
'Cause you can't always do what you are told.
Please tell me where
Have all the hobos gone to
I see no fire burning down
By
the heat
I'm down but I'm still on my feet
I walked on down the old fairground
Up from the docks blew a lonely sound
I sat for a while on the cold hard
rock hard, tongue well and mean slow
We in the club drunk, fucked up, and still rolling
They know my pockets swollen, hold up, show them we rolling
We
Valentino looks very much alive
And he looks up ladies dresses as they sadly pass him by
Avoid stepping on Bela Lugosi
'Cause he's liable to turn and bite
you're flying like eagles
Down American highways
You lose a lot of friends along the way
But we just keep on moving
And rolling along
Can't look back
We
up a hillside, Bill drops her down a gear
And the engine sings so sweetly 'tis music to my ear
I tell him how I long to be just like him if I can
Well, I touch down run to my connection
A man in the gift shop called me a fag
I feel like my tucked-up erection
There's pressure all over my head
cheese-grater going, against the grain
Wearing me down
Pressure increaase
(Everybody!) Everybody smash up your seats and rock to this
Brand new beat
This
a home in the wilderness
Built a cabin and a winter store
And he plowed up the ground by the cold lake shore
The other travelers came walking down
a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor
A red-coat troop came marching
Marching, marching
King George's men came marching up to the old inn-door
They said
cheese-grater going, against the grain
Wearing me down
Pressure increaase
(Everybody!) Everybody smash up your seats and rock to this
Brand new beat
This
I'ma walking out of my front door
I'ma jumping in my car
Take another left on Main Street
Heading right to where you are
I'ma rolling down my window
I’m rangers at ranches out of their ranges
Kickin shit up now these
Niggas can’t stand up
Sit down I'm too fuckin' profound
I'm rap Diddy to strangers,
get down, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, shazam
On the court I go by the name Praying Mantis
Got the edge and I've got the advantage
If you could see things
been black, ain't no hope in here
And we been let down by who's supposed to care
Me and Steven, gull wings, see those is rare
Ain't no Tonys in my
Everyone knows, down the John Neil George Road
There's a diamond day, a dozen for nothing and less if owed to ya
With an old tin can, up the Marble
Woodrow Wilson has his fourteen points
But Clemenceau turns to Lloyd George
And says "You know that
God himself had only ten"
Today I'm carried by a league
it away
It's just another day in this old town
So get down
Home shopping channel's got us by the eyes
Scrambling to the phones ordering porcelain
my needs
My sweet tumbleweed
I need more quiet times
By a river flowing
You and me
Deep kisses
And the sun going down
Maybe it's paranoia
She looked so sleek and sassy
Rolling down Rodeo Drive
She got her daddy's black Corniche
And her tennis pro by her side
And she wants her
on the low
And get it everywhere that we go
Let me do my thang
New gators on my feet
Rolling up and down the street
Let me do my thang
I bust a new batch
down huh
Everybody get down huh
Everybody get down huh
Huh huh huh huh, Shazam!
On the court I go by the name Praying Mantis
Got the edge
Woke up this morning with you by my side
Thought I was dreamin' with my eyes wide open
I had to touch you and feel you near
Are you really here?
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