These telephone lines They don't serve me anymore Only bringing me bad news And my home town Only makes me want you more When I have nothing else to
You tear me apart by putting yourself on the line Just for me to stand and watch it snap You'll fall two hundred feet and you won't even care Lay your
up for miles Attendants welcome you with devilish smiles Steady...steady... Have your tickets ready Steady... steady... Go to hell After dark It's a
pong sing like a rose [Taboo] Big booty funk, toe jam funk Underarm funk, like you headlockin' a skunk Reaking like diseased athlete's feet The stench didn't come till after
so much that time, time and memory fade away We got our own roads to ride and chances we gotta take We stood side by side each one fightin' for the other
a younger brother in his father's yard Christmas break, a time for touching home, The heart of all he'd known And leaving was so hard Three thousand miles
C'mon now, you know the white boy'll bite you I hurt your pride dawg and you know I don't like to But I will if I have to, with syllable after syllable
matters Is love ever after After the life we've been through Cause I know there's no life after you You and I Right or wrong There's no other one After
these hills for years, wearing not a stitch The lovely mountain angel now thought to be a witch She made those wailing mournful sounds That you could hear for miles Long after
base a movie on?" An iron chuckle rapped our minds like a fist. I'm getting out of here Where're you going? To the other side of the morning Please don
HERO of the CURRENT ECONOMIC SLUMP. (Oh) Now, some folks say he looked like (he was like, he was like) ZUBIN MEHTA (Zubin Mehta); still others say (others
one night, GREGGERY was attacked by a RAGE OF HUNCHMEN! Making his way through the evening traffic, GREGGERY notices that the other vehicles which crowd
conflict With anyone named Nanook The only way you can get it fixed up Is to go trudgin' across the tundra . . . Mile after mile Trudgin' across the tundra
Just a mile or so away Is my dearest friend in this world. He wears the Blue and I the Grey And god it hurts me so The last time we were together
out-gunned, what is the outcome? Will they do me like Malcolm? Cause I bust styles, new styles, standin - strong! While, others +Run+ a +Hundred Miles
fake ass party and turn this into a classic night, If we die in each others arms, We'll still get laid in the after-life, If we die in each others arms
