hearts all rise Energy is visible we all crush tight All washed away, tsunami wave Fragile human all the same And now I face the sound When all around
My friend yousta be thin He's get all the women We'd go kick it at the bar But his drinkin' went too far He could see over his belt The brotha was slim
I shouted out, "Who killed the Kennedy's?" When after all, it was you and me Let me please introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps
the desert Drinkin rum, by these naked bitches rubbin me with baby oil We all loyal with big gats, connect like seeds and soil bean with soil Where all
[The crowd parts to reveal that the cart has crashed, trapping M. Fauchelevant.] Voices Look at that! Look at that! It's Monsieur Fauchelevant! Don'
was written What is religion? Gods words all cursed like crack Shaitan's way of gettin' us back or just another One of my Black Jesus traps Who's got
pace by my side The name of this one here is together This is goin out to all those who some day reach that fork in the road, you know? Cause we all
So young, so brazen and so unholy I come to you in painted skies Your broken saint, your ancient story The living challenge to their lies Trapped in
Well, I'll gather up all my four leaf clovers Don't leave, I'm on my way over A walk down on the street And leave my blues at home All behind Feel
fate, I'm trapped inside a cage it isn't even locked, but I'm an idiot (it's an illusion) Caesar was a criminal, but his mother was a saint some say
straight shots a scotch, formulating up plots ta escape from Salems lock 'cause its scorching hot, making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, Pataki, got all
s claws? From below or saints above? You came to me Here comes the cold again I feel it closing in It's falling down And all around me falling You say
State of California, finds you guilty, guilty Although, I did them no wrong, they laid a trap for me Although, I did them no wrong, they dug a pit for
A tragic yet magical fall from grace Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste Those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints Free shining
saints and sinners Your peace and war I drift alone in silence 'Cause I can't reach the sun It's all I long for The heat of the sun It's all I long
I was hell-bent on destroying my powers of concentration While you were living like a saint And all the time the very one you trusted was Washing off