[Wagner, Schmidt] [instrumental] [A quick one to warm your fingers. We're used to play things like this before rehearsing. Originally we wanted to
[Wagner, Schmidt] [instrumental] [A quick one to warm your fingers. We're used to play things like this before rehearsing. Originally we wanted to put
译文: 愤怒. 什么最多.
: [Wagner, Schmidt] [instrumental] [A quick one to warm your fingers. We're used to play things like this before rehearsing. Originally we wanted to
died when I was seven Pops died, eleven, what's up with heaven? It's hell when you're an orphan at a early age This impressionable stage, no love breeds rage
there's no let up, you walked into a set up It's suckin' you down and now you can't get up Why because you froze the moment we met up And I never run
, excuse me, yes, they do but they don't look that much like me Or you but if you pull up the sheets and expose them They'll crawl up like snakes and
Vice is small time,L.A's the big league From the rollin' 60's to the nickerson "G" Pueblos,grape street,this is what I see The jungle,the 30's,the V.
's a life, it's a style, it's a need, it's burlesque E-X-P-R-E-S-S Love, sex, ladies, no regrets E-X-P-R-E-S-S Love, sex, ladies, no regrets Been holding
of scotch Smoke pot And heal the people Any rebuttal To what I utter Get box-cuttered Count how many bad honeys I slutted It's a high number Name a nigga
all Control (x8) I'm opening it up show me a sign I can't relieve It's crazy emotions flow trough me I'm gonna explode You take me away and what is
's about to be a {Da da da da da da da Aisha, daddy's home baby Aisha, what's going on? Aisha, hmmm What is this? Hmmm} {Hello, hello! Yeah Francis Hello? Francis, it's
find the hours that the clocks cannot define as I looked up from that stage I felt the thing that had been made And how it raged And how it raged How
when it's going good It's going great I'm Superman With the wind in his bag She's Lois Lane But when it's bad It's awful I feel so ashamed I snap Who
And it's real, believe what I say, yeah Just one thing, hey, I got to say I need a miracle every day It takes dynamite to get me up Too much of everything
to tell us what to think If the spirit's sleeping then the flesh is ink, yea History's page, it is thusly carved in stone The future's here, we are it
And the river was overflowing And the sky was fiery red You gotta play the hand that's dealt ya That's what the old man always said Fallen Angel Casts a shadow up
