[Spoken] DAVID ALLAN COE I thought what was cool, was... uh, rockin' Rita looking for a Dimebag, like, people who don't know who you are think it's
In the city of dreams You get caught up in the schemes And fall apart in the seam tonight That boy he is the bomb, from B.K. to the Bronx And it's the
, certified C-O-U-N-T-R-Y That's the way we're gonna be until the day we die C-O-U-N-T-R-Y I said, C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
Hey, there Mister Let me tell ya I got something here Gonna blow your mind The way that it is There's no turning back They can burn it out of your blood
and Hart The place they love the best Though California pays big for their art Their fan mail comes addressed to NYC Tomorrow a penthouse That's way up high Tonight the "Y
[RZA/Bobby Digital] Yo, yo, yo From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene Now-Y-C/Now I see Everything Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats throw inside
Don't give a fuck how the hippies feel This is for you Joey Your memory fucking lives The Three Cord wonders Made in N.Y.C Gabba Gabba Hey Punk is here
I see faces and traces of home Back in New York city So you think I'm a tough kid? Is that what you heard? Well, I like to see some action And it gets
I see faces and traces of home Back in New York City, you're home So you think I'm a tough kid, is that what you heard? Well, I like to see some action
I see faces and traces of home back in New York City So you think Im a tough kid? Is that what you heard? Well I like to see some action and it gets
He was standing on the highway somewhere way out in the sticks Guitar across his shoulder like a 30 ought six He was staring in my headlights when I come
Is this on I am so too I could take you there but I Don't know how to get there
He was standing on the highway Somewhere way out in the sticks Guitar across his shoulder Like a 30 ought six He was staring in my headlights When I come
give a fuck how the hippies feel! this is for you, joey! your memory fucking lives! your three chord wonders made in n.y.c.! gabba gabba hey! punk is
[Spoken:] [David Allan Coe:] I thought what was cool, was... uh, rockin' Rita Looking for a Dimebag, like, people who don't Know who you are think it
(featuring Method Man) [RZA/Bobby Digital] Yo, yo, yo From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene Now-Y-C/Now I see Everything Niggas who sling
Bones on the ground, all around, our ideas, our every sound Wiped away in a heartbeat Desolate Earth, draped in dearth, only memories of mirth Devastation
