, Mr. Lindsay, Hard times and winter so croool: you have stopped my watch At the stroke of three and call for the police But there's a time for tea and a time for
wasted chances for a world that's gone the face of the moon will never turn to face the burning sun the time has changed, no one can stop it's run no
tonight seems he's grinning right at me but who's to know if it's a dream or reality - is it a dream or reality I'm on the run gonna take it all, never
No tea and crumpets, not servin' you no vitals Little one sit, I'll kick to you a fable So recline on the recliner, put your feet up on the table Sable
I showed Columbus to this happy land And for Pharaoh's little kiddies I built all the pyramiddies And to the Sahara carried all the sand Now I was strawboss on
art besides that peace-full sea I'll be that cat with a ring on a pillow shouting finally Take a number, the apple seeds rained upon each slumber A hundred thousand freaks on parade for
here to you The sunlight burning through the loose flags Painted high on white church walls I chase my blood from brain to thumped heart Until I'm out of breath for
wi' a griper, And the boots were so tight, and he pulled with such might, Legs and all come away with the piper! Ah, then Denny did run for fear of bein
Lucky nice to Mew-two, I need tea for two how about you, Mr. Coldheart, or should I say Professor? It looks like Lesko got revenge on my dresser ZANDER
is everybody always picking on me. Now let's see our games played. I'm donkey kong fat freak the notes. Flip the script run the jewels. (the leaders of
out from the house It's breakfast time, the clock strikes nine, ham, bacon, one egg or two? What a shame about that mouse, what's for tea tonight, lamb
Love' Discover all the football teams Mack and eat jelly beans Run in the cold with no jeans Get yourself sick till we're seen Catch the flu and make tea
five dead chicks with an ice pick Machine guns Galactica brooms pay for room two Into sci-fi we stay fly, seven heads an ten horns Side died ripped open eyeball for
time come, sing for your bread and sing for your water, sing for your sons and sing for your daughters, sing your pops and sing for your mommas, sing for your breakfast, pray for
upon a mic Wanna light, I got the torch, California up north For any nigga puttin' flamed on a Porches and never drive on Bitch, you're gonna die on San Quinton for
got dough? Aye, you know, I'd pay, but I'm broke, only got coinage to show Puttin' off walking home on my own to my throne Two empty takeaways, ashtrays
warmly Surrounded by the angels as Jesus takes my hand I'll receive a mansion on the River Jordan And a crown of diamonds for a race well run I won't
I ever wanted was a piece of the pie On this chrome Microphone I can Do No Wrong and can only be held back for so long on the tempo street info How I