on home She'll tell you some stories 'bout junk yards and jails And a fool with a song and a dream that went wrong This guitar is for sale. She's rode cross this
She'll tell you sad stories 'Bout junk yards and jails And a fool with a song, And a love that's gone wrong. This guitar is for sale. She's rode 'cross this
bitch-slap him Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, fuck it
write a song If you write it on guitar Place your guitar upon your knee If you write it on piano Don?t do that Place your fingers on the Strings of your guitar
be a sensational success After Canada the USA's a piece of cake All the sales records I'll break "The Best Thing Since The Beatles" Is what magazines will write With my guitar
, sonogram Looking for a thing that's real All for sale, new ghost town Time is something you can't steal Time is something you can't steal Time is something
[Run] Run.. (Run..) D.. (D) M.. (M) C.. (C) Rock.. (rock.. rock..) For you! (for you.. for you..) Fresh (fresh.. fresh..) [guitar solo] [Run] For all
like a hoe, bitchslap him Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp Do it for Rock, do it for Rap, do it for Ken Do it for Ice T, do it just to do
got a price, I wonder how they sleep at night. When the sale comes first, And the truth comes second, Just stop, for a minute and Smile Why is everybody
it's no sale, kid Hardcore to my heart from the fuckin start Whether done over beats or loud guitars I drop the dope hits Case you forgot, I invented this
shoppin', We don't care what's on sale. We just want to sit with a bag full of chips, Watchin' the NFL. When you come over at half-time, An' say: "Does this
near, keep on thinkin' that it's for golf Nickel plate on your head, silverware's food for thought The Grammy winner the haters is like, 'How could this
like a hoe, bitch-slap him Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for limp Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid Do it for Ice-T, do it just to
surely understand As he said "It is not why, it just is." So therefore you need not remain scarred And in time you'll find That your salvation is mine
', We don't care what's on sale. We just want to sit with a bag full of chips, Watchin' the NFL. When you come over at half-time, An' say: "Does this
responsibilities belonged to me This song you see is like an ode to God That he blessed my last breath to be Allah U Akbar And this city is hard, tenement