batter Make sure that candy's in the original wrapper White against white, black against jew It seems like it's 1942 The baby sits in front of mtv Watching violent fantasies
the local cops, cherry top, rips this holy night The street's alive as secret debts are paid Contacts made, they vanished unseen Kids flash guitars
go Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth Mama, oooooooh (Anyway the wind blows) I don't want to die Sometimes wish I'd never been born at all [Guitar
money over easy,spent it on a set of wheels..Now he's lost in a fantasy.he doesn't seem real to me. Johnny's lost in a fantasy(lost in a fantasy)he doesn
He forces up a sneer Though he'd rather have a milk shake He keeps forcing down the beer Just another folkie, late in coming down the pike Riding his guitar
Ayo Stan, Dre layed the tracks, I'm laying the vocals We need some guitar that rocks, know what I'm saying? So 'um, let's do this She's a rich girl,
was black I'd be a hit Wanna double cross me cause I'm the line But I'm just too fast like a Tech9 run Maybe some day I will be Just like a rapper Named D
mine Swimming is a 'lude Wine opens your mind Your guitar's a race car Sex is your best friend What's your dirty answer? My fantasies are unloved histories
the apple . . . Finally, here's my monster . . . after all this time . . . Don: That's why monster movies are so popular, you know? Phyllis: I'd waited and waited . . . Don: D
business man Who thinks the whole world revolves around him Or C for the corrupt official For A and B, he be the man in the middle Or D for discoverer
line Barefoot girl sits drinking warm beer on the hood of an old dodge In the soft summer rain Rat rolls up his pants, together they'd make a stab at
your moley guitar!" Billy'd strike up on his moley guitar, And Billy'd strike up on his moley guitar.
batter make sure that candy's in the Original Wrapper White against white, Black against Jew it seems like it's 1942 The baby sits in front of MTV watching violent fantasies
hit by a car [Chorus] [(Guitar solo for Gino!!)] I guess by now you know I really hate that bitch I'd love to see her full of holes in a ditch They'd
world away in another hemisphere. It?s not the same, but still you play and I can hear you loud and clear. I was hoping that you?d stay in my own fantasy
pantimime livin in the fantasy i dont wanna be dont wanna be i dont wanna be dont wanna be no livin in a pantimime livin in the fantasy i dont wanna
you all behind and face the truth Mama, oooooooh (Anyway the wind blows) I don't want to die Sometimes wish I'd never been born at all [Guitar Solo]
and been Livin' out your fantasy Sleepin' late and smokin' tea Keep in touch with mama kin Tell her where you gone and been Livin' out your fantasy Sleepin
