like a song She cries, "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?" All night Young American, young American She wants the young American All night All the way from Washington Her bread
Headphones, backpacks watch em' all piggyback Switch up my styles, they all complain But see which kids next year sound the same as me? The same shit yesterday was like
, Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black. It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain, Maybe
bye You don't like bad chicks, ok, bye Now go that-a way, go that-a way [Verse 1] The world hatin on your boy just yesterday But like I said that was
Townsfolk:] Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! ) [Belle:] There goes the baker with his tray, like always The same old bread and rolls to sell Ev'ry morning just
! [Man #3] Bonjour! [Man #4] Bonjour! [Belle] There goes the baker with his tray like always. The same old bread and rolls to sell. Every morning just
promise Monster lead- carry your ligament fanged in the mosh pit Dodge vapor, labor days are major A sir Cater the alien decomposer soldier platter like
or is you ain't compatible? I feel THE wind in my opinions plus hyper clutch TO Crush one's ginger bread tenement awful, It's like the DAY THE GREAT
we would kidnap yo kidz You know what the fuck we do Murder bitch niggaz like you For real, all the time, any place, anywhere Y'all niggaz could get it, act like
Thursday of the month Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning When I was sick Mary had tha hot soup boiling Didn't know why but it felt so good Like
sure ain't now But she's around that age her first memories are made Oh, I remember being that young once I think it was yesterday. Time flies, blows by, feels like
s My team be deep like a roster, you lobster You break the edges of all the ? Cut the tongues off all the snakes Just one hiss may cost ya, the price
leather and the polished wood of his bed No more than a baby feeding swans on the river Holding the hands of his mother And the wax paper bag of yesterday's bread
And time goes by, just like yesterday Just like, Mr. James says Time goes by, just like yesterday Used to be tomorrow And time goes by, just like yesterday Just like
one day mankind will see the error of it's ways, and in it's future glimpse reflections of our yesterdays. Drawn to these spirits like moths to a flame
Young American, young American She wants the young American All right She wants the young American All the way from Washington Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor Live for just