from the second floor you seem so far away and as the raindrops kiss my broken lips i beg that you would stay but you know honestly to me you mean the
Today I went to speak to God, But the sky was empty. And the clouds fell down around me and you. As we stood hand in hand I hope you'd invent me, A sea
We dance alone tonight because we dance to a different disco, honey Honey, forgive me for I have sinned and I don't believe in you so We'll murder this
close your eyes i can't see you anymore than i can see me here with you and i'll defy the whole galaxy just to be here in you arms under the moon just
Please gather around brothers and sisters Please lend me your hearts and your tongues Because I taste so nice Please take my advice Die young Well they
He who makes a beast out of himself Gets rid of the pain of being a man Caught here in a fiery blaze, won't lose my will to stay. I tried to drive
Call Me Young Wheezy, Rodregous You Know I'm Gettin You Hot, Hot As The Kendrick, Ya Know And I Keep The Crown Bat Swingin, Swingin That At Iron Pitch
and walk with a baseball bat New Edition does it fresh with the Cabbage Patch Patch on my jacket mean the leader of the pack Pack a lunch, snack chips, ham sandwich of the bunch Country
beat her you BITCH-ASS WACK MOTHERFUCKER! [2nd Verse- Shaggy2Dope] LOOOORRDY-lord have we got a protest, man Some rock-and-roll ninja bit the head off a bat
I heard that you went out last night And you looked beautiful just like a bat Beneath the moonlight I stayed home took a Vicodin... Sometimes it's
Me Young Wheezy, Rodregous You Know I'm Gettin You Hot, Hot As The Kendrick, Ya Know And I Keep The Crown Bat Swingin, Swingin That At Iron Pitch On The
stage is cleared and music starts again. The BALLET GlRLS enter as a sylvan glade flies in. They begin the Dance of the Country Nymphs. Upstage, behind
My freedom is best Whole country's on house arrest And everyone's a suspect You can't feel the flow because you died Face down on a "suicide" The muthafucker
do that 'Cos I didn't want the cow to be sad But some of my friends did They were all just a little bit wicked They'd blow up mail boxes With a baseball bat
propaganda, I got 'em all, whoa Promenade, country boy, get out of my way, gallon of sweet tea, a packet of lemonade Smackin' a faggot, I crack a bat
Quincy Adams was number six And it's Andrew Jackson's butt he kicks So Jackson learns to play politics Next time he's the one that the country picks
, I got a??em all, whoa Promenade, country boy, get out of my way, gallon of sweet tea, a packet of lemonade Smackina?? a faggot, I crack a bat on the