prigione Noi non vi vogliamo bene Brutte le vostre catene Servitori di signori Il nostro giorno verra E il nostro giorno verra e il treno arrivera il treno arrivera ORIENT EXPRESS
ll have little fun By bus, by car, be aeroplane It's only second class We gonna have a party on a holidey express Kedeng, kedeng, Kedeng, kedeng, Kedeng
Hey Mr. Dancing, my drink is on a short leash My mouth is a cold sore display case Here's a tip, you could take a lot of abuse If you exchange your skin
homies Newspaper reporters and others always ask me Why I'm X-rated and I rap so nasty When I was a teen I did nothing else But pick up a pen and express
Every new day is a gift, it's a song of redemption Any expression of love is the way to return To that place that I think of so often but I never mention
, memorize every line I spit it once, refuel, re-energize and rewind I give sight to the blind, my insight through the mind I exercise my right to express
hair is dirty Teeth as if beneath a highlighter, just not pearly Peeling armhairs harm their relation to the band-aid The mucas formation is man made
I was standin' in the grocery store line The one they marked 'Express' When this woman came through with about 25 things And I said, "Don't you know that
You said before we met That your life was awful tame Well, I took you to a night club And the whole band knew your name Oh well, baby, baby, baby I've
R A P" Get together and make the cheddar as far as they see So I extended a hand to blend wit a band Now ex friend?s wit a man they?ll send to the can
expand The mess and the magic, triumphant and tragic A mechanized world out of hand Computerized clinic for superior cynics Who dance to a synthetic band
want. Express Yourself! Express Yourself! O, do it! O, do it. Do it to it. Go on and do it. Yo, do it. Give. Express Yourself! Express Yourself
faster and louder I can live faster and louder I'm a man, faster and louder Feel the need to express myself Think I'll form a band And call it Yazoo
hides the copy of bliss in the books under her arm And makes her way back home She opens the door to find her mom and dad waiting The expressions on
nation B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-band on the move, yeah High time Yeah High time B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-band on the move High time "what will this thing cost
lungs & express my love, Hold my breath & forget my pride, To reflect that the rest of our lives are a measure of time. We may as well try to express
