warm in summer Olives that were left on the sand become bathing beach bunnies being wooed by seashells singing elegant choruses Little viola hidden
How dare you wear a robe to preside? How dare you cover your head to hide Your face from God? How dare you smile from behind your beard To hide the fact
Let me tell you about a girl I know She had a drink about an hour ago Sitting in a corner by herself In a bar in downtown hell She heard a noise and
ol' fiddle And he passed it down to me And he passed it down to me And now I'll play till everything seems alright Gonna play till the angels dance
I was walking down the street one day And then I saw you I didn't know what to say You're eyes were shining, you're smile was so kind When I saw you,
Texas You gotta have a fiddle in the band That lead guitar is hot But not for a Louisiana man So rosen up that both faded love And let's all dance If
They wipe tears while I wipe fingerprints off lead, they say "Shoot for the stars", I say "Shoot for the head". I believe in good times, having peace
I was working at the railroad On the train to Arkansas Last summer, I met a girl She came from nowhere in Idaho I can't get, no no no, just can't get
Light it, uhh Light it up, uhh The whole city is mine, prettiest Don I don't like the way P. Diddy did Shyne with different lawyers Why it's mentioned
Not knowing what they'll find Abstract waves crash recklessly Rushing through my mind Violets, they dance Ride Restless violets dancing Ride Restless violets dancing
This is a story about a man A short story about the violence in his hand On automatic trigger He ain't used to taking shit So no one's giving it And his
Sto tornando a casa sotto la notte viola Ed ho un nodo in gola pensando che sanguina un pensiero e si contorce mi aggrappo a questa vita con le dita ma
Well, hey do you do Judo when they surround you? A little mental Yoga, will they disappear? It's grim but never dubious as motives go. No matter what
gotta have a fiddle in the band That lead guitar is hot but not for "Lousiana Man" So rosin up that bow for "Faded Love" and let's all dance If you're
Enslaved in the Rape Chamber
War In a foreign town In a foreign land Reaping time had come In fields of swaying rape It could not happen here Pushed to one side with the flick of
Light it, uhh Light it up, uhh [Nas] The whole, city is mine, prettiest Don I don't like the way P. Diddy did Shyne with different lawyers Why it's mentioned