there is a finger missing on my right hand a butchers hand in a butterfly wing span the sky hangs on a thread as I paint the white picket fence red said
Where there's love, there is lust Where there's a boy to give his heart There's a woman to tear it apart Where there's giving, there's taking There's
fall on his head I said, "Sir Isaac, you dumbbell, take my advice Go right back there and sleep beneath that tree And if you let that rotten apple fall down on
drunks This is where the juice got turned aloose and if you ain't caught on yet Ain't no law in California Welcome to the wild wild west He said there
My sweet romantic teenage nights Brenda and Eddie were the Popular steadys And the king and the queen Of the prom Riding around with the car top Down and the radio on
gypsy queen I sometimes think I'm on the brink of knowing what I mean Cities come and cities go but still I cannot find A place to call a home when there's a woman on
know about swingas on slab 30's on a Hummer with the butterfly doors? Lucky charm teeth, lac on dem D's Chevys sittin' high, iced out everthang, stacks on
ain't got no one to keep you hanging on And there you were like a queen in your nightgown Riding shotgun from town to town Staking a claim on the world
ain't got no one To keep you hanging on and there you were like a queen With your nightgown, riding shotgun from town to town Staking a claim on the
got me hanging on, I?m hanging on I?m out of control as my life explodes You?ve got me hanging on forever And we?re hanging on together And we?re hanging
He got a room on the avenue in Woodside Queens And a job off the books doin' demolition He was kind of different than everyone else Oh, he liked to hang
, that shit [shorty shit stain of brooklyn zu] It wasn't my fault you came outside without ya strap on Tryin to get yo mack on and niggaz took oath of
like 4 hours On a Benz with like 400 and horsepower And a chain that had Christ on it, a Rollie with a lot of ice on it A pinky ring with a price on
, yeah Stand the heat kissing on me Standing in line at the Dairy Queen You slipped your hand in my back pocket Driving down the road You'll be hanging
As it hangs its light On hooks of symbols Hooks of gods and goath and hooks of crooks You must know: this is not paradise Father time spins on and grins
Hey little girl I'm the voice in your head I'm the portrait that hangs on the wall I'm the treasure inside Down the alley she goes Hush An don't tell
ve got looks But your brain's off the hook, hanging in the hall In the car, in the bar or out on the street There's always a crowd that falls at your
, X-wing fighters flyin' off of the bus, swoop fast like we got perellies on us, To everyone we was one in the same, Like brothers sharin' a name, Then many years on