I see your eyes Blue and wide open Take your time my divine creature My arms will provide undivided attention Sleep, child sleep rest your eyes until
Outrun the fight I use to hide in quiet places I'll refrase my cry For I would keep on wondering the rest of my life You're all moving too fast My
The day you went away You had to screw me over I guess you didn't know all the stuff you left me with is way too much to handle But I guess you don't
What fine judgement I see in the eyes of our world leaders Oh how beautiful life could be if it hadn't been shot to pieces Shot to pieces What secret
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29 in Canada, July 6 in the USA, and about a month later in Europe and everywhere else. Produced by Steve Schram, and recorded at Sing Sing Studios in
a shady tree The children would listen to a fable While something else came through to me The river got no end Just roll around the bend Then pretty
After working all year down at 'Big Roy's Heating And Plumbing' So one night when my family and I were gathered 'round the dinner table I said, "Kids, if
So if you like coke And you like dope You're my kind of people (My kind of people) You're my kind of people (My kind of people) And if you're good I
earth but cynical Wannabes gather around you Walking on eggshells behind you Spit on your face I'd love to If only I didn't love you And then your friends
always told me *Eminem Impersinates His Mom* Rnrnrnrnrnrrrr, n codeine n goddamit, you little motherfucker If you aint got nothin' nice to say then don
to us rocking to the broad daylight And then you looked in the sky and you started to cuss But then you prayed to God that you could be like us Then
be executed by way of firing squad I got seven bitches aiming at me My backs against the wall If I only had my strap then I could plug 'em all Watch '
fire light The music was sweet and clear Though I had her to myself I was afraid someone else would hear Soon the other heard her playin' Started to gather
- you want it bad enough, you gon' take yo' shit A steel toe mack down to break yo' bitch And she cain't be fixed, so what if she yours? We turn housewifes
contender if everybody's a sinner then everybody could be A winner, no matter you rag color deep down we all brothers and regardless of the time somebody else
