A junkie walking through the twilight I'm on my way home I left three days ago but no one seems to know I'm gone Home is where the hatred is, home is
I'm gonna take myself a piece of sunshine And paint it all over my sky Be no rain, be no rain I'm gonna take the song from every bird And make 'em sing
Grandma's hands, clapped in church on Sunday morning Grandma's hands, played the tambourine so well Grandma's hand used to issue out a warning She'd
No, no, no, no I did not become someone different I did not want to be But I?m new here Will you show me around? No matter how far wrong you've gone
The sweet smell of my lady's love her body blending with my own. The time when the world is dark and quiet and we're alone: near the precipice that separates
was leaving and my grandfather had just left for heaven they said and as every-ologist would certainly note i had no strong male figure right? But lily Scott
Hey, yeah, we the same brothas from a long time ago We was talkin? about television and doin? it on the radio What we did was to help our generation realize
Early this mornin' You knocked upon my door Early this mornin' Ooh, you knocked upon my door And I said, "Hello, Satan, I believe it's time to go" Me
Because I always feel like running Not away, because there is no such place Because, if there was I would have found it by now Because it's easier to
I know you've been hurt by someone else I can tell by the way you carry yourself But if you let me, here's what I'll do I'll take care of you I've loved
His eyes half-closed revealed his world of nod(?). a world of lonely men and no love. no god. his life of seeming nonchalance can't hide the pain
Here I am after so many years Hounded by hatred and trapped by fear I'm in a box, I've got no place to go If I follow my mind, I know I'll slaughter my
no highlights on the eleven o'clock news And no pictures of hairy armed women liberationists And Jackie Onassis blowing her nose The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb Francis Scott
standing in the ruins of another blackmans life or flying through the valley seperating day and night i am death cried the vulture, for the people of
Early this mornin', when you knocked upon my door Early this mornin', when you knocked upon my door And I said, "Hello Satan, I believe it's time to go
I did not become someone different That I did not want to be But I'm new here Will you show me around No matter how far wrong you've gone You can
Standing in the ruins of another black man's life Or flying through the valley separating day and night "I am death!" cried the vulture for the people
