"Hey, who's that eight year old girl you walked in here with last week." I said "That's my ex-girlfriend." He said "Is she free?" I said "What the fuck you
a five-piece band And Clayton used to tell me, "Son you better put that old guitar away" There ain?t no money in it, it?ll lead you to an early grave
dearly. He was five years my senior. My father's nickname was Red which I could never understand why because his hair was sandy blond. Nevertheless, the name stuck. So when
was five years my senior. My father's nickname was Red which I could never understand why because his hair was sandy blond. Nevertheless, the name stuck. So when
swiftly you forget My roots are deep in your forefathers's bones My head in the air that you breath When you freeze i submit your fire When you're hot
' your ears [Gift of Gab] Sent vibrations for years, I've been waiting for years I've been patient for years, we ain't playin' this year We hold stake
here You flinch your face and get your face fixed Face lift, credit get cut up, you get your face ripped Then bust your shit wide open and make you leak You
s down for peace among brothers Kill a black man? What? Yo, what are you retarded? Tell em, Hump Yo, do you work for the Klan? Do what you like Unless you
face in the morning You screamed at the back, told her just jack about how you lived on the weekend Killers in mist, told you about it years before you
And kill with sword and hand, You march on our command, You fight until the death, You fight 'til life runs out of you, And you draw your final breath, Heroes, heroes
was a hero brave and strong as me. But when you're this year's hero, son, you're next year's used-to-be. And that's the facts of life -- when you're
convoy You can't represent with the tec the way I represent with the technique I keep a presidential suite in every convent, you can't speak or comment When
you the song of eternal numbers But I see a time when all is ended... One is for the reaper Waiting for his harvest of life. There will come a day when
rider, please pass by All you men who should have been Your fathers beat you down Your mothers loved you badly Your teachers stole your crowns And the wars you
blade Curse you foul beast! Your armies will meet their fate Against your hordes until they fall Heroes of Rohan ride to last breath Of your orcs and
you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? Anarchy
midst of the darkness if you know where to find it. Nothin is impossible. If you know who you were you wouldn't wanna be anything but who you are. We
