get inside somehow" But the golden office tower Was just a cliff the sun was setting on So he, so he ran up along the cliff and was gone forever He
yourself is a media myth Underneath this floor, we're on the edge of a cliff Someone told me Jesus was the Devil's lover While we masturbated on a magazine
toes Dipped in a stream That a few of us know And the cloud just a ripple? A shock from the impact? Shadows on the streets Look like veils at morning
on Take me out the hood but the hood will never leave me, I'm holdin on as if I'm fallin off the edge of a cliff If I live and see 80 I'm reppin the bricks
yourself is a media myth Underneath this floor we're on the edge of a cliff Someone told me Jesus was the Devil's lover While we masturbated on a magazine
twenty seventh street I drew a sketch with lipstick and sidewalk of Newports edge Legoblock cliffs and an ocean that doesn't deserve the sounds of silence I'd swear on a
on TV they used to sing us to sleep They burn on and on like an oil field Or a memory of what it felt like To burn on and on and not just fade away All
Moses standing on the edge of a cliff parting a sea Now we watch the seven head of the Statue of Liberty Being thrown down on the streets of Manhattan
of yourself is a media myth Underneath this floor we're on the edge of a cliff Someone told me Jesus was the Devil's lover While we masturbated on a magazine
on your lukewarm liquid disc Let these words incite, like molotovs in flight And set a panic in the public like a meteorite strike Have you got a light? I've got a
me out the hood but the hood will never leave me, I'm holdin on as if I'm fallin off the edge of a cliff If I live and see 80 I'm reppin the bricks Real