For all the people in JC: The sun's in the sky and the wind's in my hair, And there's honeys in hot paints everywhere, And they all've got a Tae-Bo dairyair
Aunque no te importe nada La vida de un delf?n Nadaras a fin de siglo En tu pecera Si no sabes si eres rata O una masa amorfa mas Solo basta darle un
Sweat my youth away With the rules we have to play Speeding through your magazine Pistol, pavement, no TV Talk and talk, no time Night time burnt inside
I hear your sound It came from the ground and it feels so good I see the light is fading Let's gather the rain inside your hood I hear she's got the
I shed my skin When the party was about to begin I'm light years away but I'm walking back tonight Of all nights When I should be feeling just right Don
Well, I got shot right in the back And you were there, you were there I said I was never coming back And you were there, you were there Well, I know
On The First Day On January, eighteen Ninety-Two, they Opened Ellis Island And They Let the People Through. and The First To Cross The Treshold of That
I could almost weep If I could only take your hand we're so close to sleep And so far from deliverance Once in every lifetime Love comes down Even higher
How did I end up like this? I'm driving you around and taking care of your kids And maybe baby I should have listened to my folks 'Cause now I'm stuck
I shed my skin When the party was about to begin I'm light years away but I'm walking back tonight Of all nights When I should be feeling just right
clear your head one-time friend of mine she's cold blue and no skin whisper prayers to make amends no promises to break kiss my face and deny my name
Chicago is where the woman downstairs Starved herself to death last summer Her boyfriend Ted ate hot dogs And wept with the gray rats out on the fire
If our lives could lie before us Like a straight and narrow highway So that we could see forever Long before we took the ride We would never look to
Chim chim-in-ey, chim chim-in-ey Chim chim cher-oo! I does what I likes and I likes what I do Today I'm a screever and as you can see A screever's an
There's no time for theory And there's no time for tears There's no point in trying We've wasted all these years And there's no way of knowing If this
Rockin', rollin' splishin', splashin' Over the horizon, what can it be? Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah Do it to me one time. The pilgrims sailed the sea To find a place
I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin' I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin' I'm tryin
Call, response, syncopate the prose Fuck the highs because I live for the lows Four by four, with activated riff It?s good in my car, so it must be a