Darlin' don't you go and cut your hair Do you think it's gonna make him change? "i'm just a boy with a new haircut" And that's a pretty nice haircut
make you feel That you're social Never ignorant soul Believe in what you wanna do And do you think that is a major flaw When they rise up in the falling rain
Well you greet the tokens and stamps underneath the fake-oil burnin' lamps In the city we forgot to name Well the concourse is four-wheeled shame And
Heaven is a truck it got stuck on the breeze Asked the driver nicely, "I need a lift, I need release" The sand in the boats on the rose-covered floats
After the glow, the scene, the stage, the set Talk becomes slow but there's one thing I'll never forget Hey, you gotta pay your dues before you pay the
Hey lady, what do you need? Do you think you'd like to come and bleed with me? I'd like to invite you to a taste of my chalice It's a special one, it'
Got struck by the first volley Of the war in the corps Never held my service Send 'em a wire, give 'em my best This ammunition never rests No one serves
Silent kid no one to remind you You got no hands, to reelers to remind you Silent kid don't take your arm shot Home, on the road, you got to take it Silent
Down in Santa Rosa over the bay Across the grapevine to L.A. We got desert, we got trees We got the hills of Beverly Let's burn the hills of Beverly
Lane driver The forces against you, the rain I know everybody wants to put you down But I know everybody's gonna put me down I want you Because I'm rushing
Five minus four equals unity Five minus four equals unity Yeah, baby, ooh With impunity Impunity A bottle of red A bottle of white I'll take my chances
I'm up on a hill top where I Keep you in sight, my little toys I buried you because the sun Will melt them Got you up my sleeve Got you up my sleeve
a nigga been a lost fate. It hurts on the usual, The only time you catch me up at church is a funeral. (Damn) [Chorus:] Sometimes sunshine turn to rain
I love your nervous fingers Won't you fumble all night long But the morning they are stingers To rise and stumble on And down the crooked pavement The
and attack clash with firarm showers The irony of casket flowers, that at violent hours It's self-inflicted, controlled by watchtowers Meanb streets, pavement
white powder People hanging in spots They waited until the blocks got hot And got raided by the cops I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain His
love To every crack in the pavement And the shop doorways And the puddles of rain That reflected your face in my eyes The day didn't go too well Too
We've live a long long time and all the radios are playing our song tonight We walk a crooked line 'cause there is a counter life in your jailed eyes
