And away we go, with a crazy flow, oh All the ladies know and they babies know, we pro Deep in your mind, while I'm repeatin' this rhyme, we glow I'm
Jesus is just a Spanish boy's name How come one man got so much fame? And to enemy, it's pointless to anybody That doesn't have faith Give me the cloth
Good arms Vs bad arms Will win hands down, down They are built to hold and fit Look how far they go around You don't need these now that You've found
My hole, I'll get my hole, I'll get my hole Get my hole, get my hole and I'll find out more It's a choo choo train, a rocket launch If we have a hormone
I left house without a fucking clue And left New York city, girl, without you But the sun does shine in this place some days And even when there?s cloud
I'm working on my backwards walk Walking with no shoes or socks And the time rewinds to the end of May I wish you'd never met than man today I'm working
I'll turn off the TV It's killing us, we never speak There's a radio in the corner It's dying to make a scene So give me soft, soft static With a human
Poke at my Iris, why can't I cry about this? Maybe there is something that you know that I don't? We adopt a brand new language Communicate through pursed
Do the twist in the twisting outfit The loose tie with the loose limp wrists Lift your dress enough to show me those shins Let your hair stick to your
A cripple walks amongst you All you tired human beings He?s got all the things a cripple has not Two working arms and legs And vital parts fall from
Who'd you push down the stairs last night? I would have liked to be a part of that Who'd you push down the stairs last night? I would have liked to be
So you just stepped out Of the front of my house And I'll never see you again I closed my eyes for a second And when they opened You weren't there And
goodnight, it's stroke time let's get paralysed down both sides. snake hips, red city kids and your black eyes, roll bac.k midnight organ fight yours
organ in you, now. Sing about the promises you found. Keep it up, 'cause no one likes it down. Keep a little organ in you, now. Keep a little organ in
The upturned ruptured palms the pleading eyes that hide the spite that want to forgive us wretched insects if only we'd learn how to get in line there
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Your gentleman caller, Well, he's been calling on another He loves his forbidden fruit. And as it dribbles down his chin He cries, "baby, I've been drinking
