[Radio talkback...] [Cheers] Well I'm left sitting here staring into a beer shaking my head at the same ol' loathing and fear Stranger in my own land
Mum, Dad and Denny were some amongst many who turned up to see the passing out parade at Puckapunyal Seemed every man and his mongrel watched cadets
bei Dir nur allzu gerne, weil es keinen, wie Dich fuer mich gibt. Wenn Du mich kue?t, seh' ich die Sterne. Unser Glueck ist nicht ganz ungetruebt. Eine Herde
burning rubber Sometimes I wanna shine, sometimes I roll undercover I'm from the City of Syrup, where young G's slang birds Looking good by the herds,
bring Candy toys But when I come knockin', she smiles pretty, she knows tonight I'm gonna be Candy's boy Well in the olden days when the Mongolian gangs rode herd
(Paul Siebel) Those other years, the dusty years We drove the big hers through I tried to forget the miles we rode And Spanish Johnny too He'd sit beside
home Boy y'all know em Never get in the herd Never get into church Never cook in your life Buried 6 feet under dirt Never hate Never envy others Cause
's at now? Them little blacks hands are yours. You can't hold the black brothers' hands? But you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands before you hold each other
the changes occurred, now shes just a part of the herd i thought that you heard, the changes occurred just a part of the herd lights out, shut down,
on my budget My main chick [?] on her stomach See chief posse [?] thug runners [?] Stunna man say it other niggas get done in My team get to it, other
t say hi As you walk by And that time you shook my hand it felt so nice I swear I never felt this way about any other guy And I don't usually notice
I'm really upset (Where you at Rock, where you at) You know, we planned this whole thing around you Well Father's Day was the other day and yet you couldn
So I met dis shawty dha other day, I got her number called her up, Like wuht you done, she sed nuttin, I sed wuhts gewd, she sed not much, I sed guess
Brainpower *gradually getting louder*] Dit is voor al m'n peeps en fans En hersenders die verder kijken dan de pers De kudde meningsvorming, de herder
[Chorus: repeat 2X] Mmmmm you can find me in St. Louie Where the gun play ring all day (nanana) Some got jobs and some sell yay' Others just smoke and
can't live easily you can't even speak fish all of them speak all over the world a plain with no herd not even a bird when one side is hot the other
listen to me Because I don't want to stay another minute I don't want you to say a single word Hush hush; hush hush There is no other way I get the
