Fresh Kid Z, fresh Kid C, fresh Kid P, fresh Kid T (Oh yeah, we back) Chiddy Bang And we pretty much amazing Can we hear your new song please? I got
Fresh kid z, fresh kid c, fresh kid p, fresh kid t (oh yeah we back) chiddy bang and we pretty much amazing, can we hear your new song please? I got you
He spends his time or maybe half of his time or part of the time wandering 'round the creeks and cobble stones of hackney lanes with a tear in his eye
Hey I found a whistle that hangs like a charm and when my noose is tied I could blow it and fall down into your arms 15 centuries of dissolution and grief
So tired Soul searching I followed the sounds to a cathredal imagine my surprise to find that they were produce by Brian Eno past the gates quite stark
Here, you focus so I can see your faces the eyes are wrong how will I know if it's working right? light confuses the tiny isles of bruises the mangled
Someone's telling the toll to me I'm cut and I'm weeping like a rubber tree but i don't care who's left behind lost revelations that I'll never find
Dead in the water It's not a paid vacation The sons and daughters Of city officials attend demonstrations It's hardly sink or swim When all is well if
Evil S I yes to find a shore, A beach that doesn't quiver anymore, Where we can crush some plants to paint my walls, And I won't try to fight in the weekend
Mild apprehension Blank dreams of the coming fun Distort the odds of a turnaround Gut screams out next to none So turn it on, tune it in And stay inert
I'm Feelin rough I'm Feelin raw I'm in the prime of my life. Let's make some music make some money find some models for wives. I'll move to Paris,
This is a call of arms to live and love and sleep together We could flood the streets with love or light or heat whatever Lock the parents out, cut a
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You were a child Crawling on your knees toward him Making momma so proud But your voice is too loud We like to watch you laughing You picking insects
All along the western front people line up to receive she got the current in her hand just shock you like you won't believe sun in the amazon with the
Why'd you cut holes in the face of the moon base? Don't you know about the temperature change In the cold black shadow? Are you mad at your walls Or hoping
And there were future reflections On the face and the hands On a green colored island On a primitive man It was the future reflected It felt familiar
I feel your racing heart My liquid silver arms extended These waves aren't far apart Black gold in clawfoot tubs unchanging I am fire, where's my form
