Is funny how things go around But go around they do This place is empty Empty So empty without you Yeah This place is empty Empty So empty without you Oh yeah Mm mm Is empty
Is funny how things go around But go around they do This place is empty Empty So empty without you Yeah This place is empty Empty So empty without you Oh yeah Mm mm Is
way to the Bay From tight cribs to Cadillacs, to no place to stay From O-Z's to fifty packs, from steaks to dickie snacks From G's to empty pockets, from
Who is this Heseltine with his corrupt lies? Who is this Thatcher with her arrogant deceit? These hideous mutants cast their shadows Across all that is
the game is lost then we're all the same No one left to place or take the blame. We will leave this place an empty stone Or this shinning ball of bule
that appear to be empty, but are filled with imagination. picture your love. inhabiting this lonely chair. this is where they come to die, and the first place
own If the game is lost then we're all the same No one left to place or take the blame We will leave this place an empty stone For that shinning ball
ghetto zone Ah, for christ's sake Ah, you don't talk about that garbage here That's for the hell-hole where you come from This is the good part of town
In which the ghost carp swirl like clouds before a storm. This is the season of the rains, This is incoming. And when it came their was no cover, no place
gestures. Nouveau wankers. There's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty faces waiting for their empty stances
round they nose On my neck on my wrist Is that jewelry that be froze On my face is my cardier shades and my golds [T-Roc] Is this a stain to be making
