Testi:
Along The Lines

I'm holding out for twilight the time between our highlights we wait for something better to come along and pick us up when we're down constantly and

Here we are Standing as one for the first and the last time The time of our lives raising our voice demanding you've chaged And the low hanging clouds

(Jane Bowers/Dave Guard) [Chorus:] Buddy, better get on down the line [Repeat], here comes ninety-seven, making up some time. Buddy, this is ninety-

pen Thugin again [Horse] I'm pointed all time regulatin is a must Adjust, your hustler state of mind for you blow up Succes, wins along this hatred and

ha, ha) Stop the game, how y'all not the same (Uh uh) Cracks and pain (Yeah), and then crack for brains (Come on) Work that pussy out, like Jac-que-line

You're supposed to be my friend We're supposed to get along Hey, you're supposed to be my friend That's right! Right? It's hard to get you on the phone

got ripped up No joke, you be yolk, no matter how it sound We're taking over eight niggaz back to the stomping grounds Line em up single file, dome runnin

to be this way, our children of today won't stay wise Let the children hear when thugs cry Dear God.. oh why.. [("When thugs cry") on line 4, first time only] [("thugs cry") on line

Forward he marches through scornful laughter Undaunted eyes set on hopes of here after A gauntlet of piercing stares line his way And condemning glares