Lyrics:
The horrible fanfare, the points are distorted
On a public announcement, towns on my (cowboy?)
With the border (resounding?) cowards cower around us,
The horrible fanfare, the points are distorted
On a public announcement, towns on my (cowboy?)
With the border (resounding?) cowards cower around us,
Black skies of the desert floor spinning all around me now
Lying here frozen dead while the birds all pick at me
Black skies of the desert floor
ever give it slack?
I don’t really turn around, Zoti never doing that
They be loving on my sound, gonna generate a map
They can follow me
They can see me
to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin'
But I will stick this pencil
Beyond the horizon
Swallowed by the waves
Lured by the music
That ship has sailed
Proceed in slow motion
Building solid bridges
Pictures will remain
Come in base I've landed my ship on a planet here in space
This is the one they say is inhabited by the human race
And I'm going out to look around
Caught in a storm, and there's no way back from this
The blackest eyes staring out from the abyss
Weathered maps won't do you no good
Only a fool
don't serve two masters
(Why)
Must every time I turn my ship around'
Some bastard come and knock my skyline down
I guess that's everything I
There's a man with a plan.
That nobody seems to understand.
Taken by the hand. Led into the sand
Where the horror began.
The talons start
three times in the hallway
Peel off your clothes
Socks last
Socks last
Stand naked and push your twig fingers
Through the wet bracken that storms by
Day by day, monotony
I reside in two separate worlds
One a self imposed purgatory
Slaving over all of my sins
To turn around and sin again, sin
Lost myself in a distant starry storm
Trying to find my way down
Somebody shut child a door in my head
Had to turn around
But I gotta little time
All it takes to face tomorrow
And all I ask of you
I said please come down
Find me here
No more time
Turn this ship around
We're going under
Still
like I'm suppossed to be
Somethin spoke to me, it was this little nigga pokin me
I heard sirens now turn around about to hit em
Son was pro nine with
whatcha falling for
Baby do you dare to do this
'Cause I’m coming atcha like a dark horse
Are you ready for, ready for
A perfect storm, a perfect storm
whatcha falling for
Baby do you dare to do this
'Cause I'm coming atcha like a dark horse
Are you ready for, ready for
A perfect storm, a perfect storm
whatcha falling for
Baby do you dare to do this
'Cause I'm coming atcha like a dark horse
Are you ready for, ready for
A perfect storm, a perfect storm
huh
every time I go out, uh huh, everytime I turn around, uh huh
every guy wanna battle,uh uh, what a brotha' doin' now?,uh huh
you been my friend from
the dark
How did things turn so quick from bliss to this?
We tried to stop the tide, but the tide came rushing in
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go?
for the norm
Pondering through this political storm
I was a sailboat in a hurricane
Lightning all around me screaming out my veins
Darkness clouding my
a picture from my past
I was so happy, but joy in this life seldom lasts
I had a keeper, he helped me warn the ships at sea
We had grown closer, 'till
I've spent my life close to the ground
So I can never see around
These walls with no beginning
And no end.
So when I dream I turn into a bird
So I
treasure she'll bring
Well we'd love to step right off this mad carousel
In and out of luck, the time we waited as the black ship sails by
Looking out
.jpg/220px-Big_Ship_(Freddie_McGregor_album).jpg "Big Ship")
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