Lyrics:
York City blues
East side, West side lose
Throw me in the slam
Catch me if you can
Believe
That you're wearing
Tearing me apart
Safe
York City blues
East side, West side lose
Throw me in the slam
Catch me if you can
Believe
That you're wearing
Tearing me apart
Safe
To watch the desert sun go down
Ridin' down the canyon to watch the sun go down
A picture that no artist e'er could paint
White faced cattle lowin'
Ridin' down the canyon, to watch the sun go down
A picture, that no artist ever could paint
White faced cattle lowin' on the mountain side
I hear
Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me
be in the business? (the business)
People can't walk a straight line in (the business)
Some of these brothers can't rhyme in (the business)
Ayo, I'm
Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me
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
My back has been broke, and I can still walk
So be careful what you wish for
'Cause you just might get it
And if you get it, then you just might
is
Get up on your feet and move side to side
Get up off your seat and just do it, just, just do it
[CHORUS]
Slam!
Everybody do the slam
to be one
One who is touched by the sun,
One who is touched by the sun
Often I want to walk
The safe side of the street
And lull myself to sleep
Do you enjoy your sight inside?
Disconnect and let me drift,
Until my upside down is right side in.
Society must let the artist go,
To wander
the image of Alberta
The side street near Chicago
The grim beauty of Toronto
He is an artist
He is an artist
He is an artist painting sistine
the image of Alberta
The side street near Chicago
The grim beauty of Toronto
He is an artist
He is an artist
He is an artist painting Sistine
Groove, slam, work it back
Filter that
Baby, bump that track
Groove, slam, work it back
Filter that
Baby, bump that track
Groove, slam, work it
known to earn a dyke's love
Blind folks be like, somebody turned the lights off
Immense strength, poppin' out a muffin
Make famous artists that's dead
And a new artist on Hypnotize Minds Entertainment, Chrome
"Straight to the Pros," new album in stores October, 2005
It's going down
Yuh, and if you
And a new artist on Hypnotize Minds Entertainment, Chrome
"Straight to the Pros," new album in stores October, 2005
It's going down
Yuh, and if you
inside a killer, thriller tonight, yeah
Ooh, ooh
You hear the door slam
And realize there's nowhere left to run
You feel the cold hand
And wonder
To watch the desert sun go down
Ridin' down the canyon to watch the sun go down
A picture that no artist 'ere could paint
White faced cattle lowing
I'll be the bad guy,
I'll take the black eye,
When I walk out,
You can slam the door,
I'll be the S O B,
If that's what you need from me,
So you
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
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