All you other slim shadys are just imitating So won’t the real slim shady please stand up, Please stand up, please stand up? [eminem] Will smith don
Mother, as I write, the sun dissolves Blood life streaming, 'cross my hand And these words, these words Hope dashed immortal hope Hope streaking the canvas
In the straw colored light In light rapidly changing On a life rapidly fading Have you seen death singin'? Have you seen death singin'? With a throat
This dead city Longs to be This dead city Longs to be free Seven screamin' horses Melt down in the sun Buildin' scenes on empty dreams And smokin' them
In a mansion high the young man stood Ready to join his companions good Outside the scent of Magnolia blossoms Down streets of gold the children were
The fans were whirlin' Like the blades of a 'copter Liftin' into the skies above some foreign land Soaked with the bodies of so many friends Johnny waved
Yesterday I saw you standing there With your hand against the pane Looking out the window at the rain And I wanted to tell you that your tears were not
Holy holy holy holy holy Holy holy holy holy holy Holy holy holy holy holy The world is holy, the soul is holy The skin is holy, the nose is holy The
Hello friend, I've come a callin' Passively stationed, active patrol Slidin' in at high noon like some reluctant sheriff Not wanna get involved in it
If you believe All your hope is gone Down the drain Of your humankind The time has arrived You'll be waitin' here as I was In a snow white shroud Waitin
PEACE IN THE VALLEY (Thomas A. Dorsey) « © '39 Hill & Range Songs » Oh well I'm tired and so weary but I must go along Till my Lord comes
I need peace of mind and a hopeful heart To lose this rage and move out in the dark I am looking for rainbows and shooting stars Just some peace of mind
shady All you other slim shadys are just imitating So won't The Real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? Will Smith don't gotta
Little Paris Smith Lovely name for a girl is Paris Smith Baby Paris Smith Don't repeat my mistakes, Paris Smith Paris Any music worth its salt is good
who preached the funeral said it really was a simple way to die He laied down to rest one afternoon and never opened up his eyes They hired me and Fred
[SOPHIE] Today I'm stealing coal for fires Who knew i could steal? [MEN] I used to winter in the tropics [WOMEN] I spent my summers at the shore [FRED
people world wide, dead or alive. Biggy Smalls, The One Man Gang, Chubb Rock, Chris Farley, 8 Ball, John Candy, Big Pun, Bam Bam Bigalow, Fred Bearing, Kevin Smith
' cold When the wind was a howlin' round the house and the moon was yeller as gold And you give your good warm mattress up to Aunt Lizzie and Uncle Fred
