With wild things that make Maurice Syndek question his early works But no hostages no promises Out the claw of corporate cogs and sprockets Now clogs off grommets Running
since our plastic priest class Had a goddamned thing to say I was a lover before this war I was a lover before this war I was a lover before this war
a natural meal that's untampered with Landing in the wheelchair, lamping poppa tracks about chef Pants sagging off his ass, little children running wild
that a multitude of black birds was circling and clustering about the hood. I began running along the road. I felt no fear, only a wild, trembling exultation
Sometimes I think About Saturday's child And all about the times When we were running wild I've been a searching For the dolphins in the sea Oh, but
Sometimes I think about Saturday's child And all about the times when we were running wild I've been out searching for the dolphins in the sea Ah, but
I'm going in Uh... Why you running with those lames that's tapped out AOTP is front line with they macs out And we don't rumble no more we comin' for war
searching for the dolphins in the sea Sometimes I wonder do you ever think of me Sometimes I think about Saturday's child And all about the times When we were running wild
blowned off by the fifth, uh You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh Everytime you go uptown, you get jipped, uh That's karma, boy, running your lip,
he awoke that evening with the smell of wood-smoke clinging Like a gentle cobweb hangin' upon a painted teepee He went to see his chieftain with his war
church With wild things that make Maurice Sendak question his early works But no hostages, no promises Out the clock corporate constant sprockets Now clocked-off grommets Running
... As Wall Street goes, so goes the nation. And here's a look at the closing numbers ? racism's up, human rights are down, peace is shaky, war items
must do!" Disarmament, deitente, peace - promises, not more Reality are fightin' soldiers dying in this war Die in hell Stop these politicians, for they create the war
off by the fifth, uh You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh Everytime you go uptown, you get jipped, uh That's karma, boy, running your lip, uh You