top of the list Know what I mean, have a situation like this Another war story from a thirsty young hustler, won't trust ya I'd rather bust ya, and leave your corpse
blunt No we wouldn't mind seeing her at Harrod's But behind the jewelry counter, not in front (Che:) Could there be in our fighting corps A lack of enthusiasm
No we wouldn't mind seeing her at Harrod's But behind the jewelry counter, not in front [Che:] Could there be in our fighting corps A lack of enthusiasm
, we wouldn't mind seeing her at Harrod's But behind the jewelry counter--not in front CHE Could there be in our fighting corps A lack of enthusiasm
men's life He's hunting at night. Watch out for open windows He's hunting at night. Perhaps you should stay inside? He's hunting at night [The creator
a nigga dazing Burpin and smurkin got on his knees before I grave em Ride em, look behind him, I see him, he slipped At a stop light in a growin night
kryptonite got a nigga dazing Burpin and smurkin got on his knees before I grave em Ride em, look behind him, I see him, he slipped At a stop light in a growin night
By the soles of my shoes) Drag my corpse through the cities I never got to visit. Promise - don't let me miss it. Promise - don't let me miss it. Drag my corpse
the window peeking in on tiptoe Eager to deliver and it makes me laugh So I make him wait it'll make a funny anecdote Every night at ten he shows up
if this hall collapses I can stand by my pillar of hope it?s just a case of Flash delirium Here?s a growing culture Deep inside a corpse Ages stuck
be the man with the gun in your hand The Son of Sam, expand shells, invades where you dwell The smell of rigger mortis, corpses, enforces That they become
'm in trouble I want my baby back, so now I pack a shovel And while I'm digging, it's awfully dark and kinda funny Don't dig too fast or to see things
ol' saloon there was their lil' home away from home They say the ghosts of Bad and Evil still live in that tavern And on a quiet night You can still hear
the top of the list KnowhatI'mean? Have a situation like this Another war story from a thirsty young hustler Won't trust ya, I'd rather bust ya, and leave your corpse
sun We couldn't wait for night to come To hit that sand and play some rock and roll While we were trying different things And we were smoking funny