gettin' bigger Gave a shot to the 121 'cause they my niggas Scotty B ridin' shotgun, boom, he got one Only God knows if he'll catch a hot one Knick-
the band. My daughter is your biggest fan. But there is just one thing I've got to hear: What is punk?" I said, "we drink a lot of Stroh's," and Alex
walk along Action Strasse Her eyes, telling lies, paradise She said words to me tenderly The man inside, he was selling me a bride Wake up in the morning on Action Strasse A one
cloth. They called him Amos Moses Now folks in South Louisiana said Amos was a helluva man He could trap the biggest, meanest alligator. He only had to use one
Who so ever...touches one hair...on yon grey head...dies like a dog. March on! Dogfight. Backbite. No one way of winning. Please squeeze. Move your
it's true I'm worried now I won't be worried long Telling stories to the peacocks Selling systematically Just a counterfeit engraving Of the way you used to be Just another one
She's lazy and you don't understand You know I'm running and you don't wanna hide me I know a woman who's a man is a man One night I was dreaming as
, the acceptance of me by my father and mother, who I had not spoken to since I had left home. One morning my manager Alex came in and broke up one of
of me by my father and mother, who I had not spoken to since I had left home. One morning my manager Alex came in and broke up one of our nightly Easy
James, Alex or Middagh. And if I never worked in a basement I would have never moved out of my house. And if I had a big emo band or dropped out of college
the band witta plan to make some stops Niggas die on the street but they don't play taps or 21 gun salute, there ain't cahoots My name ain't Alex Haley
was written by Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson, and Neil Pert of the band, Rush. "I lie awake, staring out at the bleakness of Megadon. City and sky become one
that give pleasure to your eyes. It's one for all and all for one We work together common sons Never need to wonder how or why. We are the Priests
A band trip dance - what could be the harm, but a six week vacation from the use of my right arm? Just the two hits, I remember nothing more: Alex hitting
I'm shovin' off like an ocean liner No one can rock the microphone finer East, west, north, South Carolina Alex and Vivian chillin' at Mel's Diner Off