I will turn black and white, become that horoscope you're reading It predicts something good is on it's way Oh and then I will send you the world green and blue in a
the U.S.A. R.O.C.K. in the U.S.A. R.O.C.K. in the U.S.A., Yeah, Yeah! Rockin' in the U.S.A. Said goodbye to their families Said goodbye to their friends
: Z-Zivi?s an mein Arsch D-D-Dealen hier im Park Neu-Neue Kilo?s sind am Markt Zi-Zi-Zivi?s an mein Arsch-Arsch Dealen hier im Park-Park Neue Kilo?s
he's a DJ All night long he's got the beat Fuck him he's a DJ He playing that song it works for me Fuck him he's a DJ All night long he's got the beat
again Through what's left of a hole on the floor And back through the cellar And out of what's left of the back door And here we go again through What's
N, and a Nazi too H, is cause we hate you E, each and everyday A cause you're an asshole D, disappear and go away S, is cause we're sorry K, you're a
O C K in the U.S.A. R O C K in the U.S.A. R O C K in the U.S.A., yeah, yeah Rockin' in the U.S.A. Well they said goodbye to their families Said goodbye
Spoken word. Have ya heard? What's it all mean? What does it really mean? What is it? What exactly is it, is it poetry? Is it prose? What is it,
(Ge, yeah) C T E to the sho' nuff crew (Ayy) Who's the killer, me or you? Carbon 15's, A.K.'s and Mac 11's 'Bout to send you pussy niggaz on a stairway
us and obliterate everyone If you ever would give them a helping hand you can be sure they'll chop off the arm Never, ever, never trust a Klingon
C.K. in the U.S.A. R.O.C.K. in the U.S.A. R.O.C.K. in the U.S.A. yeah yeah! Rockin' in the U.S.A. Said goodbye to their families Said goodbye to their
the highway' I need a lover who won't drive me crazy I need a lover who won't drive me mad I need a lover who won't drive me crazy I need a lover who
it even begun Is this what your dreams held When you first held me? Did somebody tell you What a little child needs? But somebody say a prayer for
as I feel you It's good, it's scary The speed, the heat, it's deep, and steep It's light but hard to carry Listen when I'm silent, there's a Sound that
smoke a lot I smoke a lot, I smoke a lot I smoke a lot, I smoke a lot Sometimes it's great, sometimes it's not But I smoke a lot, I smoke a lot I smoke
And Terry was Courtney's little girl She turned tricks in a white trash mall And shot dope with Cecil at home She wanted to have fun with her daddy's
can place your faith in your brother, but he may fail you. So I am waiting for that Sunday Train. Place my faith in southern line. She may not be on time but she will come. She once was a
zero all night long. My volume knob's turned up to eleven... 4, 5, 6... 24/7. Everybody wants a redder red, blacker blues, and deader deads. Everybody wants a
