The Sun Has gone down onto everything, and the town is alive and well without you, And the lights, they peer out of a leafless tree, And you are not alone
Capo 1ere case Nous les vedettes, On est tous comme des freres On habite tous ensemble Dans une maison et c'est super Sauf que moi, On m'a pas file l'
the mirror cries, "Hey, Prince, you need a shave." Now if you can manage to get your trembling fingers to behave, why don't you try unwrapping a stainless steel
gleam I am the top mile women thats why I'm standing so keen Don't wa fe hear no pirate chat ca dem no in a my team Se dat me de pan level vibes so chatting
violet shine blind forensics I inspect you, through the future see millenium Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel
There's gonna be a party tonight And do you think that you're invited? I know that you're excited Gonna be a party tonight Wouldn't you think you'd know
Hey Mr ting-a-ling steel guitar man Play me some lonesome as sad as you can My baby has left me for some other man Play on Mr ting-a-ling steel guitar
No mercy See the master of evil Diamonds in his eyes Finger-tips like a needle Stab you from behind He'll pay any price To buy your heart and soul He
Ain't nobody like you I ever met before now Take a normal picture of life and you You mess it around You're just so complicated I wanna figure you out
The night is young, my love Lots of time for sex and drugs Carried away my soul Got lost in all that rock and roll My love, the night is high Do
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I want to tell you about her she's a beautiful gecko she's crawling out on the counter when I say Ready Set Go say ready set go say ready set go O! beautiful
to control the crowd But they can't, systems crank So What'cha Saying's pumping loud Blows are thrown, heads are flown like Pan Am Brothers licking off
Anything we can mess up, we can fix up Sword to plowshare, soiled from beneath the trash Detroit Red into El-Hajj Malik Shabazz Oil drum to steel pan
The knowledge I use does make me bold The intelligence in my system Converts itself and becomes wisdom Born in Trinidad, not Tobogo, land of steel pan
Ohh Switchblade 327 Lit cigarette in his hand Steel toed boots on the accelerator Oil leakin' outta the pan Switchblade, three two barrels Gettin' there
It is not me, oh no blame it on de music (tell them) Blame it on de band (blame it), or on de de bass band (blame it) Or on de de steel pan (blame it
'm in jail in a Texas town In my sister's wedding gown I drive a truck all night long Listening to Judy Garland songs Now I'm locked behind bars of steel
