I'd rather be strange, I'd rather be ugly, I'd rather be not quite right, then part of the lovely. I'd rather be plain, pushed aside and lonely, than
Rather be strange, rather be ugly Rather be not quite right then part of the lovely Rather be plain, pushed aside and lonely Than to be carried by all
started with nothing, and worked my way down I know the things that I do, they mystify you It's a strange way of living But I like playing with fire
worried Teardrops and closed caskets The three strikes law is drastic And certain death for us ghetto bastards What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire
to stop it now A spark that's lit a fire burning high It's time to take a stand Stand up for your rights and your beliefs Together we'll strang - we'
passed her time Attachin lines to concrete But she would only smile Now all the other children living in or near her building Ran around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire
time to kill I've seen the fire in my eyes I've only got time to kill I've had enough of long goodbyes I've only got time to kill I feel the fire in my
the Skylarks Pedal to the madal in my Wu-Tang Clarks New suade, from the stage to the grave Hot day, these pistols in the shade It ain't strange, motherfucker
I see the lightning almost every day I?ve stopped pretending its a bird of prey my little brother?s got a strange disease he gives a name to everything
In a day of 1999 it had to happen The result of man's stupidity became real Death smell is everywhere In their nicely worked out war plan Through the
up Cause he's ready to fight Hold your fire Keep the flame forever in your heart Burning disire Keep the flame in your heart He rode thru night and day
arms a'flailing, skin aflame, this fire-fanning express, If you're on board amazement follows fear and rounded by dismay it takes the corner into the day
journal of Doctor Ignatius X. Stone:] Giza, Egypt (March 17, 1890) The heat here is damnably oppressive, and all day the omnipresent sand has been whipped
it seems On this very first day down They remind me "son, have you so soon forgotten? Often as not it's rotten inside And the mask soon slips away" Strange
fire's roaring It is getting mighty hot, the flames were soaring Nothing can be so gay when the fire is growing And at night it's as bright as day when
told of a man Who had come from the other side the seas Carrying gold cross around neck in chain And spoke in strange tongue of peace He had come with strange
in the suns first warm rays The elder among the men looked deep into The fire and spoke loud with pride Tomorrow is a fine day to die Now the morning
