You say we're going nowhere fast. We don't care what you think. We've got our friends. We'll have our fun. What the fuck else do we need? This is the
re talking to. There was someone on a platform talking to the folks About the T.V. god and all the pain that it invokes. "It's too bright a light", he
me. All the silver, all the gold, all the sweethearts you can hold That don't come back with stories untold, are hanging on a tree. It's unbelievable like a
up on my head And it all boils down to one quotable phrase "If you love something, give it away." A good woman would pick you apart A box full of suggestions for a
With that pretty little baby in your hands Do you remember the story of the promised land How he crossed the desert sands And could not enter the chosen land On
of control lost on my way searching and dying more each day Bridge Trying as hard as I can Won't someone hold out their hand I feel so strange in this land
family entertainment here in the strange land of my dreams Now I'm practicing my likeness of St. Francis of Assisi For if I hold my hand outstretched A
little baby in your hands Do you remember the story of the Promised land How he crossed the desert sands And could not enter the Chosen Land On the banks
on angel You're in danger Give me a sign now Show me the way We gotta do it now Oh we gotta do it now Come on angel Times are strange And I need a life
: (Cheers) Well I'm left sitting here staring into a beer shaking my head at the same ol' loathing and fear Stranger in my own land, can't understand
Radio talkback...] [Cheers] Well I'm left sitting here staring into a beer shaking my head at the same ol' loathing and fear Stranger in my own land,
I hope I'm more than just a place (still I hope I'm more) You laid your hat (than a place you laid your hat) You're a land of secrets (you are its only
saw a dead deer on the highway I slipped into a desert I killed five prairie dogs and a rabbit I was running down on Queen Street I saw a woman on the
it by a landslide, pull off an upset Hold the burner close by my hands and my pocket Hold the trophy high and keep my eyes on the prophet [Inspectah
The men up there don't like a lot of blabber They think a girl who gossips is a bore! Yes on land it's much preferred for ladies not to say a word And
s bright take a glimpse at the crouching statues Within the tall fence of his castle [Hook] I called on Michael, Gabriel and Uriel to pull me from hell A
the whole unit, Savoy up in here You. [Killah Priest] Nigga wanna front, get him with the pump Bag a body up, on back of the truck Whoever this, ain'
the land of the free ride, And I can't pull it any longer, The sun is beating down my neck So I ran with the devil Left a trail of excuses, Like a stone on
