your hands Your addled eyes Come on and get to open yours Collected at the borderlines They want to get up in your hair Cos they know, so do I The high road
has so many hands to analyze Come on and get your overdose collected at the borderlines They want to get up in your hair 'Cause they know and so do I The high road
in your hands Your addled eyes Come on and get to open yours Collected at the borderlines They want to get up in your hair Cos they know, so do I The high road
Right on time That's why Broken Arrow Waved his finger down the road so dark and narrow In the evenin' Just before the Sunday six-bells chime, six-bells
ride was raw Bust allmenn left turn was on Crenshaw Sean-e-sean was the driver Known to give freaks hell Had a beeper goin' off like a high school bell
(chinese drums and bells combine in a beat) [older voice starts singing] [Chorus 1] In this cold world, no matter where I go the crowds are all the same
I rip shit Of the shoreline rappin the land It's the radical man sailin on a catamaran (Yeah!) By the seaside life on the beach road Far north, south
come home in coffins Hundreds of thousands of Iraq civilians have lost their lives Our brothers and sisters in New Orleans are left homeless and hungry They murdered Sean Bell
the day Veteran's hospitals and witches spells Low to buy and high to sell And little girls collecting shells And memories upon the shelves And ringing bells and high
them one time Chorus: Do you hear the bells? I hear the bells Can you hear the bells? Bobby, can you hear the bells? I hear the bells! Buh-Bobby, Buh
