moon, the world of silence But it tells you all the secrets that it hides Man on the moon, prowler of the night Man on the moon, tell man the secrets
to dig the lie Watch out, the truth will come to light Man on the moon, prowler of the night Man on the moon, tell man the secrets that you hide You
Translation: Running Wild. Man On The Moon.
dig the lie Watch out, the truth will come to light Man on the moon, prowler of the night Man on the moon, tell man the secrets that you hide You see
t throw 'Cause you don?t know but you don?t hear me though Yo, check this out My body collapse in the raps And snaps like a wild mongoose in a trap
me it's foreign Even the matador don't pull the bull by the horns One man's enemy is another man's friend One man's poisons is another man's medicine
city rub squishy touch and theme tags Not a dollar to loose Man let me hollar at you Never head wobble with fool Tomorrow was cruel to flock on the moon
in the weeds Waiting for the summer rain to fall upon the Wild birds scattering the seeds Answering the calling of the tide's eternal tune The phases of the moon
man, dressed in cloud face minstrels in the sky The moon's my mammy, the storm holds my eye Dressed in westerlies Robed by robes ol' man river knows
Bitch Brick City, yo Yo, yo Funk Doc straight lunatic since young At 8 paint chips the rare moon That pair mics, my maintenance I battle you and then
they were shaking in their shoes. They were physically shaking, scared to death. Because certain people, said I'm a radical I'm a wild man, I got a gun
this (Under a raging moon) For this moment I was born for it (Under a raging moon) Under a raging moon We were flying there Under a raging moon We saw
the horse soldiers are comin' And I think it's time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless running For now I'll find the yellow moon along with my loved
? And what do you see When you look straight through me? And I said Full Moon Man. You are a long lasting lover. And I'll be running with you. Ah even
there We won't let you down The phantoms of the underground Running with the boss sound Running with the boss sound Running with the boss sound Racing wild
a painted pony wild To run the gantlet of the Sioux To make a chieftain's daughter mine And now you ask that I should watch The red man's race be slowly
