I'm up against the wall these motherfuckers don't care at all all they want is to take keep piling on the weight until I fucking break won't ever be
Bill Ice white ice like a winding-sheet sheathing each smoke-grimed wall Ice on the stove-pipe ice on the bed ice gleaming over all Sparkling ice on
cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy hall Where there's a nightly brawl And all that jazz [Roxie Hart] Say it again. [Fred Casely] You're a star
Bill. Ice, white ice, like a winding-sheet, sheathing each smoke-grimed wall; Ice on the stove-pipe, ice on the bed, ice gleaming over all; Sparkling ice
killa bee sat on the rose, unfold the scrolls like Five zombie soldiers playin' cards at an outpost Laughin' at midnight, weapons against the wall Tall
bee sat on the rose, unfold the scrolls like Five zombie soldiers playin' cards at an outpost Laughin' at midnight, weapons against the wall Tall red
