: Little television child won't you turn on your smile Get lost in the images of airwaves running wild Oh forgotten child, explore for awhile The pictures
: Naked City The street breathes, shuffling by, Never pausing to hear a cry, The pavement crawls on unaware, Filled with people who don't care. The
: Wasted... Don't ever forget the ways Of golden hopes that lost the fray To wasted rainy cloudy days That squelched the light, obscured the way Light
: Without a word she tells you to go Waves of hair caress her cheek Filtering down but is it, For your good, for your dream No it isn't, for your good
8 So now the bridges are burnt A lesson learned? Promises broken Tender lies softly spoken Changes in you Changes in me Maybe it was never meant to be
free, multi-national take-over life as commodity, they calculated your wealth on a sliding scale, and used the Constitution to cover their trail. California is burning
Naked City The street breathes, shuffling by, Never pausing to hear a cry, The pavement crawls on unaware, Filled with people who don't care. The city
Wasted... Don't ever forget the ways Of golden hopes that lost the fray To wasted rainy cloudy days That squelched the light, obscured the way Light
Without a word she tells you to go Waves of hair caress her cheek Filtering down but is it, For your good, for your dream No it isn't, for your good,
Little television child won't you turn on your smile Get lost in the images of airwaves running wild Oh forgotten child, explore for awhile The pictures
: [Japan bonus] [music: M. Amott / C. Amott; lyrics: J. Liiva] [Original version available on the "Black Earth" album] [Pre-chorus melodies - Michael
Without a word she tells you to go Waves of hair caress her cheek Filtering down but is it, For your good, for your dream No it isn't, for your good
[Japan bonus] [music: M. Amott / C. Amott; lyrics: J. Liiva] [Original version available on the "Black Earth" album] [Pre-chorus melodies - Michael
fuck with mine, cross the line, my two nines go baya baya when I shoot 'em Korean mothafuckers was crooked, so niggas had to burn and loot 'em Now the
the shit I'm fallin', in love with success Entrepeneure, kinda sewer, I maneuver the best Rowin', ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle Stunt I'll have ya homies burn
