Translation: Koni-Chan. Ending....
Translation: Koni-Chan. Opening....
You've been riding You've been riding quite a while, child (keep on riding, keep on riding) You've been jiving Like a peacock, that's your style (keep
Ese Lil Rob's back in the clean black Cadillac Hittin' the fronts and the back see I'm still ridin' like that Ese Lil Rob's back in the clean black Cadillac
I was just out of the service thumbing through the classifieds When an ad that said, "Old Chevy" somehow caught my eye The lady didn't know the year or
Don't be afraid love when the storm comes We're gonna make it through on our own Don't you, don't you ever let go of my love Think about it, if you believe
Have you ever ridden horses through a rainstorm Or led a lion through a busy street bizarre? There are many things I'd like to turn you on to But somehow
(pressure) i make tracks for the certified for the b-boys for the disempowered for the unemployed for the worried mothers counting Roseries for my friends
I like beer, and I like cheese I like the smell of a westerly breeze What I like more than all of these Is to be on horseback Hey, and away we go Through
on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn. four lean hounds crouched low and smiling the merry deer ran before. Fleeter be they than dappled dreams
A grief came riding on the wind Up the sun on river Thames I was sittin' on the bank with my mouth open When I felt it entering I began thinkin' about
Shootin' for the stars Cruise the speed of light Glowin' God of Mars Body burnin' bright Well, I'm riding Riding on the wind Yes, I'm riding Riding on
Went for the money No way to please them all Have had a go It just felt so small Can't wait forever for someone to tuck you in With no good name to lose
He's a man Gonna do what the can to make this world a decent place He's a man Got a great little plan on how to give it a brand new face He wants to erase
There ain't no god that will save you from regret It's just that god is in a state of neglect And it's your goddamn act that is a major threat Salvation
God's an insect with a six-legged disbelief Burning bridges on my Indian Big Chief Reality is just as sad Kinky sex and murder - the way it's got to
When all you have's a hammer All you see is nails When all you have's a hammer And when all else fails Hit the nails! When all you have's a buzz-saw
You break my bones Crush my head with stones You dance on my grave I am your slave You tear out my eyes Feed me with the lies You piss on my brain Drive