this Happy as can be as I ever could be Nothing you can say that will help you Finally, I made up my mind I found a track away from the circle Well
Übersetzung: No Fun At All. Away From The Circle.
strong like this Happy as can be As I ever could be Nothing you can say that will help you Finally I made up my mind Found a track away from the circle
I'll get away with murder I'm O.J. he's like my Cochran today We keep the mark from the tapes In a safe, locked them away Better watch what you say
I've got no God, no girl, no drugs, no drinks, no cash, no home, no car, But, there's a circle of friends, all smiles and held hands, at apartment 1084
't from money so she startin from scratch It's hard working for scraps It take everything she got not to relaspe Locked down in 9 to 5, but at the 9 to
fresh yo, when she was underground Original, pure untampered and down sister Boy I tell ya, I miss her Verse Two: Now periodically I would see ol girl at the clubs, and at
the hyna dance Glance at a man with no worries, full of teary Riddle at me, loose, hang you fools from a noose Then light you up on fire, put away my
, When they saw all the sadness, through the crystal wall The clash of bright metal brought the children fear, But their cloaks of blue satin dried up all
they laugh at the white doves That rest on their hands with the touch of love On a hillside of velvet, the children they lay down And make fun of the
that I ain't gonna run Just go away and have some fun Just run baby run run run Yeah uhh ...circle circle circle Just run baby run .... circle circle circle
all these chemical rushes When natural highs come a whole lot cheaper Sweet to geha got me singin' baby, baby, babe I got the sudden urge to misbehave I want to take you away from
all you gotta do is curl up in a ball then step two you do nothing at all this is the dance that my kitty cat does n' that's part one called the circle
standing at the station Pretending you're being met You can't wear a sign that says "Yours" When that ain't what you get It flows and flows away from
, I want my pants back, I want a moustache damn it. I stand with my feet shoulder width apart, with the horizon at waist level, looking and laughing at
handle that holds all the gates up, puncture the eyeballls, that seep all the muck up, read all the books and he people worth reading and still
't from money so she startin' from scratch It's hard working for scraps It take everything she got not to relapse Locked down in 9 to 5, but at the 9
wanted to look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New
