climb We soard like eagles 'cross the sky Heaven knows How I miss those little toes [short piano interlude] [b-sec] You wore pigtails and hand-me-downs I banged the piano
just too bad it's your last Couple bundles of D, and 200 cash that sat you in the grass I watch the teams line up, shake hands, guess the game's over
hold weight like I'm fat Tony Like a Soprano I stay with the ammo Push keys and make music but dont play the piano You could get blam! yo... I'm nice wit my hands
right hand happenin' [Chorus:] Now it's the keys rent the air in it's new place to stand A gift for the children who'll play right and left hand Just
the blues You're holdin' someone else tonight I just got the news You left a hundred proof heartache for a love that's second hand This hundred proof heartache I can't stand [ piano
them windshield wipers slappin' time And Bobby clappin hands with mine We finally sang up every song that driver knew Chorus Freedom's just another word for nothing left
(...Step on your fingernail) (damn!) (that's ok, I can play with one hand... see? sounds good) oh, goddamn, I saw a goddamn fucking goddamn goddamn
stories about all the things we'd seen. that's how it was with you and i. why say goodbye when we could still write? and then we took your hands. but
He's gonna win the race With his six-string bass. You're gonna give him a chase, man, You left the devil breathless. You want him 'till I tap your tits
the air Was fritting her care With singer can be among song [x2] [Sage Francis] Ma, ma look what I did ma Look what I did to my hands I broke 'em You
voice, offering words and images of extreme beauty, warm hands gripped my heart, blood covered lips they whispered, and assured me that all we have left
put up their hands I get a half a mill for my beats... you get a couple grand Never gonna see the day that i ain't got the upper hand I'm respected from
She threw my watch out the window Chain in her hand She running through the crib Finding anything she can Our relationship is not the only thing that's out of hand
ecstasy before it brings you to your knees tomorrow is the judgment day. Just take it from Clark Kent it?s hard to be a hero when there?s nobody left
We know dice hit want cream fold, for two green five six seelo and the ego (yeah) So how you flipping grams yo (uh uh) I'm touching keys like pianos
am with those who eat drugs Who peek over the wall and get shocked Shocking is therapy Electrify your head! Pianos in my hearing Vincent, me ear is falling off Who left
up their hands I get a half a mill for my beats... you get a couple grand Never gonna see the day that i ain't got the upper hand I'm respected from californ