Lyrics:
Light Music For Strings

I'm on the edge so why you playing? I'm saying I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Is hip hop just a euphemism for a new religion? The soul music

patted us down Looked around crazy lights flash fog on the ground The place was weird and it gets weirder still for real On the Ceil, I couldnt tell but

fours Hide the safe, nigga, lock the doors No respect for the cops and laws In the land where your own blood brother still plot for yours Seen things

patron and amorilla it aint hard as it seems my theme music pumping baby arching her back with ease im in her belly first night like a mack best believe when we leave no strings

tree. how queer. And who would ever think? and why? they're covering it with tiny little things, they've got electric lights on strings

me your fingers played? Are chose symphonies forgotten - with our cases closed and latched'? Dreams now dusty, old and rotten - empty shells (no strings attached). Amidst the dying candle-light

Street Tobacco stained fingers waited on the down beat Conley was the master, the undisputed king He?d ruled the town for thirty years with an army of six strings

Performed by Heather Small Written by Heather Small and Steve Booker Produced by Peter Vettese Published by BMG Music / Windswept Music (London) Ltd.

tomb for your lustful desire My fouled viscera are what you admire An unholy union on a funeral pyre A caseated carcass really lights your fire