now you're with us now and the mouths of babes sing revolution and the mouths of babes scream disillusion you can't break what's already broken cause from the mouths
Momma tole me, "Boy, you best behave, 'Cause Santa keeps a list of all his favs. And if you don't shape up, you ain't gettin' squat." But the devil on
I'll have a Blue Christmas without you I'll be so blue thinking about you Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree Won't be the same dear, if
Dear Inez Your exterior is so cold Your story's been told I've heard it before You wanna get out Don't wanna be down Tied to the ground You wanna
In the mornin you go gunnin' For the man who stole your water And you fire till he is done in But they catch you at the border And the mourners are
Leave me alone I?m over it And everybody?s moving on I can?t see my tomorrow And yesterday?s come and gone So leave me alone My mind is blown But it
Pack it up, pack it in let me begin I came to win battle me that's a sin I won't tear the sack up Punk you better pack up Try to play the role and
I.P I reached the top, and had to stop And that's what's bothering me! I wan'na be a man, mancub And stroll right into town And be just like the other
You better love your mother She's the only one you've got Yes you better love your mother It's now or not You better cup your hands with gratitude
(Steve and Rosie Talking) Steve: Yo Rosie, what time is it? Rosie: I do not know. Steve: It's Christmas time girl! 'Music starting' Rosie: Why don't
There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles She came There's blood on the streets, it's up to my knee She came Blood on the streets in the town
Hazmelo otra vez, cogemela suave y hazla crecer. Yo te enmarcare con el hierro ardiente del placer. Y esque he vuelto a nacer, porque solo tu sabes
Well there she is undercover A wild, wild lover Take a ride and show her off like a movie star I got all my boys wit' me, Coolio is lookin' spiffy And
Met a girl last summer She was a vir, a virgin girl Talked a while on the corner She was high, she was really bye, bye Had a sandy dress, unshaven legs
all drive 105 We'll get to heaven on time Bump all the bump ah, grumps All racing to get over the humpth And we realize what's on the other side And
got the mass appeal baby crank the sh-t Cause it's your God-damn jam You say that you want your punchlines a little more compact Well shawty I'm that man These other
s got the mass appeal baby crank the shit cause it’s your God-damn jam you say that you want your punchlines a little more compact well shawty I’m that man these other
Until Ja started yappin' in magazines how we stabbed him Fuck it 50 smash 'em, mash 'em and let him have it Meanwhile my attention is pullin' in other
