?d take my chance I taught myself to play So I could be where people danced No higher call than stars that fall I waited patiently A thousand miles of
well From the land of the Pima Indian, a proud and noble band Who farmed the Phoenix Valley in Arizona land Down the ditches for a thousand years The
the Yankee boy We'll dance and sing the whole night long Such fun as never seen The lads'll be decked in corduroy The colleens wearin' green There'll be thousands
godess- I suffered thousand nights, My spirit cried, I lost my dream, My sense of life was locked Beyond a secret silent stream I was lost in the waste land
's a thousand white tents on a thousand rafts all floating down there's a thousand fists and a thousand chests they come thundering down and the tears streaming for a thousand
! The warriors gather slowly around The sacred city, Hell Satan screams a vengance On the land as the angels fell Tyrants pray disaster for the Land
-o, daddy-o when I close my eyes There's a cyclone there and I want to rise An electric train to a long lost world To the land of a thousand dancing girls
, words of a wizard Hotter than sex, cooler than a blizzard Leader of the land, commander and the chief Bigger and bolder other words I got beef I got a posse at that, mostly, cold chillin Yours make thousands
I'm supposed to win How the cold steel feel when it froze your chin Should of stayed on dry land stroke while you can 'Cause now you under pressure in the land
with niggaz who real Who respect real Big us get your wig touched crib rushed Record and command Slam jams for my mans Puff trees, tuck these ruggers in your lands
Her song of love will drag you ever down Her kiss will take you to a fabled sacred land Her lips will break you and lead you to the dance Come to
Across a thousand nations And forty-thousand years The teachers and the healers
should remember well From a tribe of Pima Indians A proud and peaceful band They farmed the Phoenix valley Out in Arizona land Down their ditches for a thousand
rock Swarming locust-land Spiders spinning sand Grubbing enterprise No time to reply Down, down Far underground Prime spot Sound, sound Ten thousand
the wine and cedar from Samarkand The golden gates are open wide for the people all over the land A thousand dancing chandeliers shine in my lady's chamber
Everywhere you go In your arms, out on the dance floor Cheering for you at the Rodeo You've got the land, you've got the cattle You've got the thousand
as the seconds tick tock, staggered rotations corroding, all aboard to those futuristic jump ships, stop the idea, jump ship, jump ship, we're landing
from You know Big ups my hometown My territory, My state, but, I couldn't figure out much to brag about, Well, Prince lives here! We got ten thousand