: (K.Armstrong/D.Bowie) Wish I were a sailor Crossing an azure sea Under leaden skies Under your eyes But I can't see too far With these animal eyes
Bowie) I feel like a sail-boat Adrift on the sea It's a brand new day So when you gonna phone me I could take you to heaven I could spin you to hell
ve nothing much to offer There's nothing much to take I'm an absolute beginner And I'm absolutely sane As long as we're together The rest can go to hell
: She was straight from Hell But you never could tell Cause you were blinded by her light She could crack your brain With magic pain And turn a paler
you run somewhere And leave it lying there Then on we sail Never thinking that the wind could ever fail No one gets to heaven till they've lived awhile in hell
: Yeah gypsy she was straight from hell but you never could tell 'cause you were blinded by her light She could crack your brain with magic pain and
here in hell. Sail away to a place that's unknown taken away from my friends and my home to a place they call sacred a place I call hell I long for that
the dance Where we first fell in love How we whirled 'round and 'round While the stars danced above We would walk by the shore Watch the ships sail away
mind Lady Day, please won't you stay, my Lady Day Even if I get sick as hell and I never do get well And at last my heart does fail and to some golden city sail
with a bottle turned up Head bobbin? like hell, yeah Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink in the cup Booty shakin? like hell, yeah Have
I sailed, as I sailed, Oh my name is Captain Kidd as I sailed, My name is Captain Kidd And God's laws I did forbid, And most wickedly I did as I sailed
of our sailor lads Come tell me now his name. He is no lord nor duke nor knight Nor a man of wealth or fame. He is one of your sailor lads John Barbour
made, this well, uh-huh And I know A-T-L, very well I make mail, fuck 12 Go to Hell, A-T-L I know them well [Chorus] Play-errrrr Bottle drunk I don't sailor
maintain me on And keep me from poverty?" "Six ships, six ships all out on the sea, Seven more upon dry land, One hundred and ten all brave sailor men
: Hard working people from another land looking for a little more Coming to this country for a helping hand You know they sail their ships upon these
misses day And I held you through the hell and cold I held you through the storm Oh my brother there's so much more Outside this storm It's sometimes hell
promises that you promised are about as real as an air guitar So watch your back cuz imma steal your car [Chorus:] You better run, run, run, run, run Cause there's gonna be some hell
: (feat. Hell Razah) [talking: Priest] He rules in the neighborhood he rules [talking: Kids] Huh try on your robe man yea it fits it fits me too I like