of the days when he was young, Hand in hand, a little boy beside him, Hearing about the weekends under the sun... "Ah most of all I remember, A little
s going round, And I'm so down, in this foreign town; Tonight there's a band, it ain't such a bad one, Play me a song, don't make it a sad one, I can
back a high school Getting drunk for the local dance Lonely boys - nervous girls Grappling with romance Thinking then that love Meant something frightening A
another bed On another floor, in the back of a car In the cellar like a church with the door ajar Well, I guess we?ve must be looking for a different
all night long Femme fatales emerged from shadows To watch this creature fair Boys stood upon their chairs To make their point of view I smiled sadly for a
: You get a shiver in the dark It's been raining in the park but meantime South of the river you stop and you hold everything A band is blowing Dixie
On My Chest That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead (Its Stunna Shadin A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...) (Its Stunna Shadin A Nigga Dead Then A
Everybody's fighting for more power and money Braveheart's a racist The paperboy's a junkie And what's with the role models for all our boys and girls
one last stand, with the boys and the band Before the demon strikes the final chord. [Chorus:] What?s so new about what you?re saying? It?s a new generation
ll sing a song, it won't take long, Of the Fighting Sixty Ninth They're a band of men brave, stout and bold, From Ireland they came And they have a leader
s thundering, cause I'm hushing up I'm a storm if you wonderin' Shit, you could muster up a thought, to take a toter? and a brain fart Want urine in your
you are Just get the rhythm And let it fill ya Thats rockn roll And if you feel it Clap your hands Lets see some sweat for the boys in the band Now lemme
's play dead, and give ya a second to die And if I do or die, I sing a lullaby I'm not a crime fighter, I'm like a ghost writer And then my rhyme is like
half the crew snored Don't mean to be a bore, everybody's been great, But there's fifteen of us in a bus state-to-state So I stay up late with a tape
the Band, listen to the big band, to the bang-bang, to the bang-bang, blow horn Hey listen to the band - listen to the band (rep 6 times) The sound
turn It?ll turn so fast the gears will bind On the day of the big surprise Your jazzy band has lost its swing Revolution?s lost its ring When all your love has been a
Tip away a life with a gun Tip father time, but keep him (a fine?) Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip all the boys in the band Tip a piece of your
Stones are screaming, hot lattes, the rosees My robes is a murder statement, you fucking with rode rage Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls Children