Lyrics:
a vast high powered rocket to the core of the sun
Want to read books in the studies of men
Born on the breeze and die on the wind
If I was an artist
a vast high powered rocket to the core of the sun
Want to read books in the studies of men
Born on the breeze and die on the wind
If I was an artist
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones who start
To mold a new reality
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
The blacksmith
And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones who start
To mold a new reality
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
The blacksmith
Wooh!
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only you would listen
To what he has to say
There are songs of wisdom
There are songs
Soon the men, they gonna need ya
Gotta use the method right now
Gonna use the men, gonna kill 'em
When nobody seem to know how
Men in black, they
You had plenty money, Nineteen-Twenty-Two
You let other women make a fool of you
Why don't you do right like some other men do?
Get out of here
Happy death men stand in lines
Happy death men
Happy death men polish and shine
Happy death men
Happy death men
The last breath men
Happy
You had a plenty money 1922
You let other women make a fool of you
Why don't you do right
Like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me
You had plenty money, 1922
You let other women make a fool of you
Why don't you do right, like some other men do
Get out of here and get me some
You had plenty money, 1922
You let other women make a fool of you
Why don't you do right, like some other men do
Get out of here and get me some
You had plenty money, Nineteen-Twenty-Two
You let other women make a fool of you
Why don't you do right like some other men do?
Get out of here
And with all of y'all people that are tryin' to sleep
I'm out to make it with my midnight dream, yeah
'Cause I'm a back door man
The men don't know, but
And with all of y'all people that are tryin' to sleep
I'm out to make it with my midnight dream, yeah
'Cause I'm a back door man
The men don't know, but
Finally, a change from these fake rap artists
[Rick] Me and Nas bring it to your hardest
Finally, real niggaz that are Billboard charters
[Rick]
His mind is up his sleeve
And his talk is make believe
Oh, Lord, the man's a fraud
He's a flim flam man
He's an artist
He's a flim flam man
He's
Je suis venu te dire que je m'en vais
Et tes larmes n'y pourront rien changer
Comme dit si bien Verlaine "Au vent mauvais"
Je suis venu te dire
The best in men's clothing
Call Paul's Boutique, ask for Janice
The number is 718-498-1043
That's Paul's Boutique and they're in Brooklyn
The best in men's clothing
Call Paul's Boutique ask for Janice
The number is (718) 498-1043
That's Paul's Boutique and they're in Brooklyn
Why
This uncertainty?
It's not clear to me
Would you rather be independent?
Have I lost your love?
Have you had enough?
Do you feel too much
Dites à mes amis que je m'en vais
Je pars vers de nouveaux pays
Où le ciel est tout bleu, dites que je m'en vais
Et c'est tout ce qui compte dans
Many men came here as soldiers
Many men will pass this way
Many men will count the hours
As they live the longest day
Many men are tired
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