I need peace of mind and a hopeful heart to lose this rage and move out of the dark I ain't looking for rainbows or shooting stars just some peace of
Listen to my story. Got two tales to tell. One of fallen glory. One of vanity. The world's roof was raging, but we were looking fine; 'Cause we built
Mother as I write the sun dissolves Blood life streaming cross my hand And these words, these words Hope dashed immortal hope Hope streaking the canvas
This dead city longs to be This dead city longs to be free Seven screaming horses Melt down in the sun Building scenes on empty dreams And smoking them
In the straw-colored light In light rapidly changing On a life rapidly fading Have you seen death singing Have you seen death singing With a throat
Lower the thing the skin of a cat Skin it to the left just laying there No other thing is luck like that And you set it said it said nothing Went to
In a mansion high the young man stood Ready to join his companions good Outside the scent of magnolia blossoms Down streets of gold the children were
the fans were whirlin' like the blades of a 'copter liftin' into the skies above some foreign land soaked with the bodies of so many friends. Johnny
(Smith/Shanahan) Yesterday I saw you standing there With your hand against the pane Looking out the window At the rain And I wanted to tell you That
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy! The
If you believe all your hope is gone down the drain of your humankind the time has arrived you'll be waiting here as I was in a snow-white shroud waiting
Hello friend I've come a-calling passively stationed active patrol sliding in at high noon like some reluctant sheriff not want to get involved in it
yeah, yeah we kickin it Uhh uhh uhh we kickin it Yeah yeah we kickin it (Whooo!) Yeah yeah we kickin it Yeah, Cali in the house Huh, uhh, Fred in the
rate on tour dates, hope you never run out of breath It's such a shame your Uncle Ronnie's not listed I'm a geek? You jock Fred from Limp Bizkit Production
juice like fisher, paint pretty like Richard I'm a [? ] like Emit game I'm Antwone Fisher. And I am legend just like Fred Flinstone but dis not Will Smith
Mostly all my folks are dead or locked away in jail Speakin' about some people that I miss Tijuana Carter, Ricardo Slay and Lisa Smith Fred, Tito, Pat
real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up? Please stand up, please stand up Will Smith
