Songtexte:
Folclore

Stuffed man laying in the yard There's a black dog by the car Reverend Wrinkle drinking his tea Lord, can't you see? Yeah Moonlit man got it all in his

Inside these four walls There ain't nobody but me There's a place that I run to Where there ain't nobody to please Here's everything I wanted to say

Everybody feels blue sometimes You gotta keep your head up and keep on trying And if you feel the urge to raise your hand You can start a revolution or

Disappointing change in seasons Cold has come again Streets are flooded with excuses Stories never end People walk in their disillusion Wading through

Women sewed the stars and stripes And the men, they fought the wars The children learned arithmetic And everyone was poor Young man was the hero of the

Übersetzung: HÃ ¼ sker DÃ ¼. Folk Lore.

Übersetzung: Die JonBenet. Elften Jahrhundert Folklore.

: Paint my face in your magazines Make it look whiter than it seems Paint me over with your dreams Shove away my ethnicity Burn every notion that

: I am not a one-trick pony I am not a one-trick pony I really feel nothing can hold me I really feel no one can own me Nobody can control me Nobody