some prep school punk's plan to perpetuate retribution perpetuate retribution even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution is still hanging
I heard the music long ago, songs that rent the air Fading in and out at night while I was lying there Voices soft and lonely and later rock and roll
that's a day I'll never forget I had a barbeque stain on my white t-shirt, she was killin' me in that mini skirt, skippin' rocks on the river by the
vital no.1...everywhere for everyone standing...hearing voices which come to me gust of wind knocks me down, I lie in the dust tears, rivers, the small
of the river running through downtown A show tonight with sweet sweet sounds Crossed to Tennessee But it's sweet sweet Mara Lee Whose voice is calling
at the face of your god The lessons are written on parchments of paper They're carried by horse from the river Nile says the shadowy voice In the firelight
labeled it art. I feel we are in the same boat from what I see or where I stand they try to label this rap/rock, which is two poets in a rock band. If
of a superhero Supernaturally, we rock the mic but wit' a natural flow If you didn't know before, you know now, we told you so Gorillaz rock your dome
You think you own whatever land you land on The earth is just a dead thing you can claim But I know every rock and tree and creature Has a life, has a
dark skinn-ded Not timid, wanna rumble in my loft is it Talk different, her walk's exquisite Switch is ridiculous, locks is twisted Like a block she said visit us Jam rock
fires light the way Along an ice cold river lies his path The sky is of darkest gray A cold wind pierce through his bones And the sharp rocks cut his
Coast Then a soft breeze as the sun rose Then the phone rang like a gunshot Like a siren on the beach rock There's a message at the river A certain
An echo fades of sounds once heard By thousands brought together for His ringing voice, a soul that stirred The faithful to a mighty roar. For twenty
Bad habitat Watch my voice battle cats While I'm spittin battle raps On the high horse And I keep my saddle strapped You'd be headin up the river like
my life you'll walk inside Hand in hand, gland in gland With a spoonful of miracle He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary We will rock you, rock you
work in the old house, and there she met her love, But he, the son, was high-born, and she, a village girl; They met at night by the river, and there
that you don't know? You don't know ... You think you own whatever land you land on The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim But I know every rock