of wine and cheap perfume For a smile they can share the night It goes on and on and on and on Strangers waiting Up and down the boulevard Their shadows
the pastures of boredom out from the sea of discontent they come in packs like hungry hounds the seekers of the dark enchantment. They haunt the boulevards
There's a stranger in my bed There's a pounding my head Glitter all over the room Pink flamingos in the pool I smell like a minibar DJ's passed out
Black streak on the boulevard Another place they don't let you stay White rain fallin' cold and hard Gotta get through it anyway Try to be what you wanna
by they niggaz Niggaz trippin' and for what? Why must he think he 'posed to change her When she'll give the pussy up, even to a total stranger? And,
good as what she seems? Or am I lying to myself? Ay, should I try and get some help? (repeat 2x) Verse 2 Oh shit, she passed me on the boulevard Ay,
wine and cheap perfume For a smile they can share the night It goes on and on and on and on {Refrain} Strangers, waiting, up and down the boulevard
's over He ain't spittin' the same What he says is irrelevant Hip-Hop culture has changed When I walk in the room Young boys look at me strange As if
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome For your half time viewin? pleasure From Kansas City, Missouri The strange league drill team We comin' to yo' town
from me Is pain from me, tell me who you came to see 'Bout to bring it back boss doggin' Boss ballin' bigger than beitnam We drop bombs on the boulevard
've been sheltered by a lonely dream There's a stranger here Looking back above the bathroom sink Every night I throw you out Leave you stranded on the boulevard
wouldn't take a short order But it was so far behind her She had her heart on the wire She became a low rider Immigration's full of strange language
VERSE 1) See my face you know where I've been Walking in jungle Cruising down boulevard part of the race Taking a tumble (BRIDGE 1) Loving a stranger
get far On detonation boulevard Bang bang On detonation boulevard Through the angle rain Through the rust and the gasoline Through the cruelty of strangers
Such a sad procession Winding down the lane And what a strange impression Is branded on my brain A band was playing, endless, mindless It was like a
boulevard Of neon encrusted temple You're looking for the grace of God In the arms of a fellow stranger Disciples hand you catalogs of concubines As you stumble down the boulevard
and cheap perfume For a smile they can share the night It goes on and on and on and on Strangers waiting Up and down the boulevard Their shadows searching
