Lyrics:
of Rabbit Hill" by Murray Emerland
It's actually not an excerpt, it's the whole thing
Let me just find it here
It should be in here somewhere
Ah, here it is
says your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
Medina is
(16th Killer)
I was at the lugger club posting
Right off 85
Right there by Rock Legion Memorial Drive
I had a long week, now it's the weekend
And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't stressing myself but look
Where do you go when there isn't anybody near?
Who do you call when the world doesn't seem
just kiss and start over again?
Whoever said all good things soon come to an end
Never had anybody like you
There's a pounding in the pit of my
Is anybody up there?
In a ship from out of space
Yeah, I know that you're up there
I can see you by the lakes
So are you gonna get down here?
There is a young cowboy, he lives on the range
His horse and his cattle are his only companions
He works in the saddle and sleeps in the canyons
on tour, I went to my home
Which is the first first home I’ve ever had
Huh
And I walked around and I said
What am I gonna do now
In this house? Am I gonna
Hello (hello)
Hello (hello, hello)
Hello? (hello?)
Is there anybody up here?
(Hello?) Welcome
Two-thousand-eighty-five, twenty-eighty-five,
a terrorist
I'm terrorised by this
But such is life n' there's an everyday crisis
Coz' they've struck so much fear
In this town
But it's not just here
It's here
really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no
(helpless)
And her body's screaming, "Hell, yes"
No, show me how to say no to this (whoa)
How can I say no to this?
There is nowhere I can go (go, go,
at you like you brand new, it's a dirty game, yeah, it's filthy[01:01.87]Does anybody out there feel me this my music, it's the real me[01:05.79]That's
there for
Those two questions: what does
She do, and who is she married to?
I am the woman who stopped on the bridge
And this is the man who was
needed sympathy from anybody
Either way I'ma grind til I drop
I'm from the streets where it's never quiet
Down the block, All you hear is the sirens
behind me
I beg your pardon
Cuz the world is not my home
I feel like a martian
Till the day I die
Till the day I die
Ooh ayy ohh
Get thee behind me
Get
the same, love is never hard to share
So, I treat it like a virus, spreading it to anyone
But it gets contagious when disloyalty is also there
That’s why I’ve
and "Don't Believe the Hype, "
"Can't Do Nuttin' For You Man"
"911 is a Joke" twenty years
We got here by actin' like common folk
Tourin' the world like
by step, step by step
Over the great divide
And his skin is black
The last of his tribe
And he turns his back, turns his back
On the great divide
There is a young cowboy, he lives on the range
His horse and his cattle are his only companions
He works in the saddle and sleeps in the canyons
There is a young cowboy, he lives on the range
His horse and his cattle are his only companions
He works in the saddle and sleeps in the canyons
There is a young cowboy, he lives on the range
His horse and his cattle are his only companions
He works in the saddle and sleeps in the canyons
There is a young cowboy, he lives on the range
His horse and his cattle are his only companions
He works in the saddle and sleeps in the canyons
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