past the mall Don't wait for me on the bench when I'm playin' a game of basketball One sqeeze will make a bastard fall Gasp and crall You need a bulletproof
: Police Dispatcher .. He's headed out a window The man with the bag is running like a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running
is a dead rest You studio niggaz still remind your vest Why the fuck you ain't done yet swallow yo' teeth In the field you woulda been need a straw when you eat Fuck a
put my love on top My love on top Baby I can hear the wind whipping past my face As he turns the night away And boy your look it tastes like a night
a go I don't wanna sound inconsiderate girls But I just wanna see you wiggle it girls Go outside have a cigerette girls You no get to no then chill a
and I'm afraid of heights I don't want to be lived through a vicarious occasion Please open the window Visiting hours are nine to five and if I show up at ten past
don't want my Momma cry Just last year when I was only seven Now I'm almost eight, as you can see You came home a quarter past eleven And fell down underneath
my Stingray late one night when an XKE pulled up on the right and rolled down the window of his shiny new Jag and challenged me then and there to a drag
a window And every window's made of glass We'll keep on lovin' pretty baby For as long as love will last Beyond here lies nothin' But the mountains of the past
was a normal day. Well, I rung the fallout shelter bell And I leaned my head and I gave a yell, "Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man." A shotgun
now when i'm ready to lie down Then I awake in a mental state somebody gotta die now I'll pap pap puttin a clack back in a me gat Not never to mention
control of my mind i reached out in anger i reached out in love i lived a life of self abuse, i prayed to the heavens above Jackhammers outside my window
feel quite prepared Now I?m hunched over a typewriter I guess you call that painting in a cave And there?s a word I can?t remember And a feeling I cannot
window As you sleep through a winter's dream Something's churning the earth, something's stirring the sky And the colour at once in column of light Bacteria breeds on a
they all got one song. It's kind of like walking out a door to discover it's a window." "But a lot of your music is certainly very personal." "Of course, I put a
soon looking at the clock it’s a quarter past 4 I’ve had it with you twats From next door. I’ll take a few of my mates to give you a good talking to Push you about a
story on TV a blue bag flowed past my window this helicopter's too damn close to me. And there's there's gonna come a time there will come a time, we
