longer To see what you see When I look at the world I'm in the waiting room I can't see through smoke I think of you and your Holy Book When the rest
tell him the truth. [Mama Morton] - The truth? [Roxie Hart] - Yeah. [Mama Morton] That's the one we take you to the death house. [Roxie Hart] Holy
then some paint(????) No one see ya down there and no one's getting in I got a needle, a pack, a satchel, and a quart of country gin I drink and shoot and smoke
Assure me that it wouldn't do to [unintelligible, 5 syllables] No one see sme down there and no one's getting in I got a [unintelligible, 13 syllables] I drink and shoot and smoke
To see what you see When I look at the world I'm in the waiting room I can't see for the smoke I think of you and your holy book When the rest of us
T day And can you feel it? Boo yah! Oh you're fryin Like he done take two hits a niacin Kinda like a chemical (..?..) Hot damn, holy smokes, what up So
longer To see what you see When I look at the world I'm in the waiting room I can't see for the smoke I think of you and your holy book When the rest