straddle the fence (I said He wants) Choir: All or nothing Lead: No in between Choir: You gotta come clean No in the middle 4x's No in the middle (with
Three men on the mountain Up on Calvary And the Man in the middle was Jesus He died for you and me Well the man on the left was a sinnin man
Her blue eyes are turning green But mine have always been that way Soft kisses are hard to buy Been knocked down since yesterday A black eye and a blue
When it hits me that she's gone I think I'll run for President And get my face put on the million dollar bill So when these rich men that she wants Show
If we got to know each other well enough we might end up as friends I get along with everyone but recently I?m spent I?m most happy when I?m dreaming
I got off of the plane ok Now I have a city to myself Strangers in the coffee shop, the sidewalks and the way the evening smells None of it distracts
Mama gave her camera to her little star All she gets is pictures of hotels & bars No Big Ben, No Statue of Liberty Loose women and one-night stands Kinda
Early in the morning, too hungover to go back to sleep Every sound is amplified, every light so dizzying Listen for a while to the neighbors having sex
Übersetzung: The Stanley Brothers. Man In The Middle, The.
: [FKI = Fresh Kid Ice] [BM = Brother Marquis] [Blowfly:] "Go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-od-DAMN!! Shee-yee-YIT!! Look at the ass on that bitch! Look at the titties
of satisfaction] [Woman] "Listen all you motherfuckers! Callin' alllll freaks! Bull-daggers! Pussy riders! Shit eaters! Dick beaters! Fags! Sissies! Asshole fuckers, or just plain ol' fuckers!" [Verse 1: Brother
Huey's dead I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other We gotta start makin' changes learn to see me as a brother
you can kiss each and every trick or bi**h, inside the s**t I kick My heaviest verse'll move a mountain Casualties in ma*s amounts, brothers keep countin
So please don't make a brother beg To get inbetween them legs Come on girl, have some pity And give a brother some of that kitty! [Bridge B 4x:] True
better way [Verse 1] How many blacks gotta die by the hands of another Don't you understand that man's the same color so that man is your brother That
ve been tryin ta gather my niggaz from battle We outta control we can't be handled We sick of police and these scandals 44. Magnums bust'en at random at em In the Middle
the day she may have left she would never clean another mess or fold his shirts or look her best. She was free to waste away alone. Last night, my brother