to make a million Lord, knows ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold Rag top slowin' down, time to stop for gas Beep my horn for a hoochie
and weakening chained to the wall Starin' at a roach hoping it will crawl Into your mouth for a tasty cuisine Yes my little friends, it's the Dead Pumpkin Halloween Ahh yeah, it's
me a zombie I could have made me a girlie friend But fuck that I got my girlie right here yeah You can call me mad professor I will make a friend for
's just before a dawn I listen to the screaming, another life is gone I'm playing with the children, children of the dead My mother says their evil, my daddy gives a
nothin but an itty bitty demon There's a demon inside a me can I kill it (hell naw) Can I kill it (hell naw) Can I kill it (hell naw) There's a demon inside a
trigga never had a pops, a nigga learned to slang cream should have been a chemist, the way i work a triple beam life, is like a page, I wanta turn I wanta make a
Keep quiet! Don't shout! The Ambassador won't leave till Everyone's out The choppers're on there way there's Room for you all [ANOTHER MARINE] They're
little coward that shot Mr. Howard He laid poor Jesse in his grave Well, Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor He'd never rob a mother or a child There
hat's off to you, to you and you And now our brave friends, too, dancing circles through the room And a broom and a radio and a twistin out a dos-e
'Cos he put a gun to his head He was so alone He had nothing left Little things that call for a drink That bury a soldier's death It's on days like these
- let's hope for peace, peace - let's hope for peace. Oh, John, let's hope for peace for our children, for our country, for our world, for our future
a few times by Jerry with David Grisman in 1990-92 and long before that with the Sleepy Hollow Hog Stompers in 1962. The lyrics for the two versions are
that's a shame - but in '89, who gives a heck? There's no type of path to follow It's all about a dollar, fuck bein a scholar That's why your report
hole one time for tryin' to stop a strike His closest friends were black men 'cause they seemed to understand What it's like to be in society with a
when gaya cries No one cares to wonder why Can't they see the tears in gaya's eyes? Gaya's crying (yes she is) Selfish children, greedy little children
{Mommy, where's Daddy? He's been gone for so long Do you think he'll ever come home?} I was gone for fourteen days I coulda been gone for more Held up
gave us dreams Still some people act like we're still in chains When there's so much in life To live for and to be thankful for Chorus: You should a
leave and go away just for a little while? Do you think that I could leave you? Could I leave and go away just for a change of style? Well, the children up there