of instrumentalist on all of you MC's who hate us So, you can try on, leave you without a shoulder to cry on From now to infinity, let icon be bygones
, in waves of succession Drawing lines of grey across the sky With history just as close as a hand on the shoulder In hunger and impatience we cry The
your mind my life down I will lie if the bogeyman should try to play tricks on your sacred mind to tease, torment and tantilize waring shadows loom a piano
up Feelin my highs and my lows In my soul, and my goals Just to stop smoking and stop drinkin But I been thinkin I got my reasons Just to get (by), just
Banging on my tambourine, I didn't think i'd make a scene Until everyone joined in the chase, I never meant to make you cry, My head was floating in the
Cast a spell of instrumentalness on all of you emcees who hate us So you can try on Leave you without a shoulder to cry on From now to infinity Let icons
squeaking through the screen door in your kitchen so do you want to go downtown with me stop by the library? you rode by my side on your dad's old ten
mind My life down I shall lie If the bogey-man should try To play tricks on your sacred mind To tease, torment, and tantalise Wavering shadows loom A piano
re leaving And you walk out my door I'll say to myself You can not hurt me anymore And I know I should be crying But instead I'm slowly dying 'Cause all my
on her piano Somewhat drunken fingers moving a little slow Don't call her on it, she'll just cry a bit Said she liked it with your hand on her shoulder
yesterday And I believe all that you say I have no choice I must obey you Is this the first or the second day Of the rest of my life Well hey Why should
gone Little one screams you cry Tell the pain to leave me alone It?s just 2 days ?til Monday Another week ?til the 4th Is anyone listening or Should I call on
leg to stand on Take my money Twist our paper Leave the table Bad behaviour I got my spies Swift to every consultlate Be my eyes Tell me what