Lyrics:
Picture out the window is razor sharp
Horizontal lines stretch out so far
Reach out for a hand in the dark
Watching all the colors drifting by
in the 80's
With our big hair
Jackets with fringes
Stretch pants
Mascara
Choreographed kicking
You got a big laugh outta 70's disco
But you
You see, my ride is not a stretch-limo Cadillac
To tell the truth, I think my ride is much longer than that
So if you ever see my ride, girl, face
listen closely, as the plot unfolds
I might stretch the truth, may be a little lie,
There was a boy named Brad,
He played trumpet, and he died.
Too
for revenge what's in your inner voice
You try to stretch time but thereís no way you can win
You have nothing to lose so you try it again
1st
in the head
It seems that those who aren't your friends
Are suspects
How can it be
A short stretch of sea
Can loose us all concept of humanity
Homie's stretch is overcrowded and you still taxin'
Homies dyin' now who got the clout, not me,
You get more time for 5 grammes and a half a ki
Blacks
that forsaken stretch of wood they call Whiskey Grove
my name is Miguel Simone
A man who walked it alone
At least that's what it says on my stone under
where we'd dump trash off of Thigpen Road
Sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals
Smiling like a hero that just received his medal
It
You won't stretch another mile
The memories you visualize
You were marvelous once
My name will come up
I am marvelous
You should have told
My cock your mouth
Open wide stretch it out
Jaws unlock like a snake
Get over here fuckface
Take it in start to gag
Chin is slapped with my
where we'd dump trash off of Thigpen Road
Sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals
Smiling like a hero that just received his medal
It
stretch till you're hoarse
You can't deny the irresistible force
Father I stretch my hands to thee
No other help I know
If thou withdraw thy hands from me
Tell me where shall I go
I need you
(This is my plea
the signs
Flat-nose pliers incandescent
To tear the flesh without blood
The wheel begins to stretch
The water in my throat
Every time he starts again
I feel
You'll never forget us
Kill the clocks to stop the tick
Moulding moments by the minute
Stretch these days to burst
With severed hands and rusted
a whimper - not with a bang.
And they all gathered round while the church bell rang.
Singing 'bring out your dead' they 'll stretch for miles,
To be bourne
called what I'm doing "living"
I would say that that's a stretch
I'd say it's more like passing time
So can you hear me?
I'm calling your name
I wish you
was empty, I was bleeding, so fuck you
It's a tough call on how we enhance our lives
'Stretch', 'Conquer' we all hear the voices
"Been shooting up so
the man
Died so young
Bars on bars, never bite no tongue
Taste success, straight ahead, laid to rest
Private jet, wipe the sweat, final stretch
Fuck
town
Won't take me serious
So let the road stretch out ahead
Lay your head into my lap
This woman loves you
Her faith will bring you to your
kans, tot dat ik daar kom (Sheesh)
Ik moet die money nu nog stretchen naar een paar ton (Stretch)
Dan ben ik cool en breid ik uit totdat die mil komt
On Calvary
Jesus died for me
Oh what a price
He had to pay
They hung him high
They stretch him wide
The Blood that he shed
Has set me free
I'm
Waiting for your contemplation
Maybe let it stretch my patience
But I get by
Hand to heart
All that I found
Were words in my mouth
Why all we ever do
Is
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