Yea I walk around with this all over me I cannot wash it clean You've got the ball You've got the ball I'm takin' it from you And today It's in the blood
We've got something in common oh Mr Carpet on the floor Oh we both get stepped on each time she walks out the door And it's true that neither one of us
No Celiing, yeah, heheehaa I'ma run this town tonight alright now Nigga we are. So ready for the war. C-A-R-T-E-R put the beat in ER. I'm colder than
I know this party hat I know this crown I believe the study of ratings Will bring the honest man down Bring the honest man down In the town of mirrors
I want to be where the talk of the town Is about last night when the sun went down Yeah and the trees all dance and the warm wind blows In that same old
Please don't chase this It's too late, you won't wake this I got my hi tech radio wreck, 45 to keep me alive My head's down we're outta this town where
Texas can you hear me? Speed up on the dawn To the pains and blues of Houston In the sun Where home is a bus In the parish of space-dust Where the mountains
into the darkest forrest they go dressed in black dressed in coats women of evil lust unholy congregation at the darkest hour their torches they light
Today, the town seems like a tomb; Everybody's locked up in his room; Making love, or taking love--who cares? If you take a walk out in the street,
In a town this size there's no place to hide Everywhere you go, you meet someone you know You can't steal a kiss in a place like this How the rumors do
When you're young and so in love as we And bewildered by the world we see Why do people hurt us so only those in love would know What a town without pity
When you're young and so in love as we And bewildered by the world we see Why do people get a soul Ony those in love would know What a town without pity
I was driving in my car last night Radio up and came to a stoplight Had a man who came up to my window and Asked for a dollar 'cause he was in a tight
[pastor troy] Uh-huh?uh-huh?uh-huh?uh-huh Come on? uh-huh?uh-huh Hook: 2x Y'all know what y'all want (uh-huh) Y'all know what y'all want (uh-huh) The
Jimmy's running short o' cash, the bar takings have took a crash Jimmy can't think what to do, the bills in from the local breweryyyy Oi! Jim's a nutcase
I've seen you come around It's not what I expected I guess I must have known all along I'd always be rejected Now I see who's for real for twice in my
Saturday night and the rain keeps pouring Down to wash away this boring town Where no one left is scoring That's how the story goes Voices in my head
Du bist die Blume aus dem Gemeindebau, ich wei? ganz genau, du bist die richt'ge Frau fur mich, du Blume aus dem Gemeindebau. Ohne dich war' dieser Bau