[ Jae Millz ] One time for B.I.G Wave a finger front to back I ain't gotta tell you where i'm from, you see it on my cap 501's on my leg Polo men on
They have killed the great sun jester Who danced between the stars They have stripped him of his manhood Signs of Venus and of Mars The cynics left him
I say goodbye to you all at once - I don't dare to face you all alone. I went from wreckage to world class with a box of t-shirts and some records to
One must be remiss when their prospects of bliss Will abandon all reason to blend with decay A banquet of fools in the lunatic season The cards that I
So here I am once more In the playground of the broken hearts One more experience, one more entry In a diary, self penned Yet another emotional suicide
"And now a buffoon's meeting with the dean of admissions at a prestigious college." Dean: "Well Michael, I would like to extend my warmest congradulations
"And now the buffoon's date at the drive-in with the school's valedictorian." Valedictorian: "I really appreciate you're asking me out. Most people are
All who still remain Are leaving their shelter One by one The King leads his court The sun seeks it's own reflection On their clothes that shine like
Ich bin bei Hofe hier allein ein Witz aus Menschenfleisch wenn keiner lacht lach ich mich tot und lass mich einfach hA¤ngen. Ich bin der Krone Sonnenschein
Don't worry, your Majesty! We can keep a secret! The question is, can you? Oh, we know you can't talk, but you manage to communicate! We have only
Stay low that's what you ought to But no you wanna show yourself off Get high when people lookin' at you Too blind to see they laugh at you Your greed
Possen rei?en, witze machend, ich so manches Herz erfreu. Den Ball jonglierend, Feuer spuckend, unterhalte ich die Leut' des Hofes - Konig, Konigin und
Je suis le bouffon de la cite Celui qu'on aime bien frapper Le sport national du quartier Me courir apres pour me cogner A plusieurs, c'est convivial
I say goodbye to you all at once - (I) don't dare to face you all alone. I went from wreckage to (?)war(working?) class with a box of t-shirts and some
fantasme de tous les reves Refrain: Mon sex-appeal leur joue des tours Meme Cupidon est jaloux Toutes les promises se tirent la bourre Pour danser avec le bouffon
So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned Yet another emotional suicide
Bouffoon Bloody Bouffoon Quiet please be quiet You're not supposed to speak At all unless I say so Bouffoon Bloody Bouffoon! I'll strangle you someday
Looked out with just a dollar fifty and I'm homeless for the day I was lonely and cold so I walked down to the train station just to pass the time away
