for a walk Summer in London the weather man said Waking up late, got to get out of bed So much to do, got to go everywhere A day on the town and not
a walk. Summer in London, the weather man said, Waking up late, got to get out of bed. So much to do, got to go everywhere A day on the town and not
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for a walk. Summer in London, the weather man said, Waking up late, got to get out of bed. So much to do, got to go everywhere A day on the town and
on your shoulder Gotta straighten up your act and boogie down If you can't hang with the feeling Then there ain't no room for you this part of town '
In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from
Still going on, still going on, going on The show must go on The show must go on The show must go The show must go The show must go on The show must
huddled on the beach in a mist I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight In an everlasting kiss The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a
off, touchdown on a remote air strip Hundred round clips, laser beam, Uzi bitch Turbo chips and all whips Got a monster grip on the planet This madness
black Take off, touchdown on a remote air strip Hundred round clips, laser beam, Uzi bitch Turbo chips and all whips Got a monster grip on the planet This madness
M-M-MADNESS From the depths of misery I stood? now and forever Exodus, insanus, nocturnus [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Alucard when I'm on stage Alucard in the
project one day Now I'm taking off, my projects on the runway From suburbs of young nerds, to projects that see gun play To models on the runway, it'll
on the need for prayer When the bomb gonna drop x-rays Everybody gonna fade it's the killin' day Never will another try to play on another killin' day
Meanwhile, crankin' 'bout the knob up on my Speakerboxxx So here we are, get the fuck on the ground Is just a phase you might hear strolling through the A-Town
Glad to take a chance and play against the odds Glad to be so crazy in my day Well I'm goin' down to Laurel It's a dirty stinkin' town yeah But me I
on the beach in a mist I wanna die with you wendy on the streets tonight In an everlasting kiss The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance
night propels Walter Mitty It's about time He can read the signs A night on the town In the city Monday is a work day Tuesday's much the same Wednesday
