it in his eyes Drive down the street that he's on Don't look his way You keep going on and on and on But you can't hear him say Help Help Help Me Help
she died... But I like it better if she smells of formaldehyde! Never on the rag or say leave me alone They don't scream and they don't moan Don't even
knew me Until they needed me That's when they called on the phone for me One life you give it to your country Somehow I knew they were lying to me I'm
Dance with me my dear On a floor of bones and skulls The music is our master The devil controls our souls Swirling and swirling With the music all our
Cry above the nameless grave But all that's there is motionless Angels sob with vermin's fangs A funeral dirge drifts slowly by Puppets they who come
I'm tired of looking (It's not in my vision) I'm tired of seeing (Don't wanna see this) I'm tired of hearing (Don't tell me your shit) I'm tired of being
wonder if I should be with you All you ever do is ignore me You never talk when your friends are around Too bitchen to see you with me Won't call won't
the morning after Echoing of the baron's laughter Echoing of the baron's laughter I'm Jonathan Harker, I'm Lucy's trance Elegant count's hypnotic glance
There are patterns in my mind Things are hidden to the world around me But still they say I'm blind Wrap me up in a web of lies Meet the man who's locked
s really got me down, I got the secret agent blues I give in just can't stand it no more, I resign Here's my badge and gun But you can't quit like that
into the dust A ring of death is on me Like a halo to the Gods I'm bathed in mortal sorrow My innocence is lost Dance with me my dear On a floor of
: Dance with me my dear On a floor of bones and skulls The music is our master The devil controls our souls Swirling and swirling With the music all
with me J'suis mon propre becherel You know why talk with me J'ai du franglais street slang Quand j'rap with me Be boy, be girl interessee Come on dance with me
A-B-O-L-O-U-S [112:] Let me tell you What I wanna do Let me show you That I'm feelin you Wanna sex wanna Ride with you you Wanna kiss wanna Put my lips
places you can't go i woulda been a catcher behind the plate but you can't throw cause you don't know but you don't hear me though yo check this out
me swing I got some great He's a renegade of funk Mr. Biggs He's a renegade of funk Bambaataa He's a renegade of funk Pow Wow He's a renegade of funk
Yaaah! Just hit me Just taste the funk and hit me Just get on down and hit me Bambaataa's jus' gettin' so funky, now, hit me Yaaah! Just hit me Just
that, it ain't only about your face it's about your back, it's me J-U-V, let's f**k make L-U-V [Chorus:] Shawty got me so excited, the way those ornaments
