So when you wake up this morning And those blues are hangin' 'round, yeah Just listen baby And I'll tell you what to do I just may join you, 'neath your
right there Sometimes day dreams turn into nightmares I've prepared the chair Electricity rumbles through the air You don't want to have to wake up here, it's cold in the morning
to the money straight flights I live by the cold war drove from round the globe all I need is a kilo, a apron, show me the stove general electric, perfected
money straight flights [Rick Ross] I live by the cold war drove from round the globe all I need is a kilo, a apron, show me the stove general electric
no idea She's talking to her friends I'm in the corner and I see her Something's happening but it isn't very clear Sounds like a bell, sounds like an electric
to her friends I'm in the corner and I see her Something happening but it isn't very clear Sounds like a bell sounds like an electric chair Next thing
Till I hear the whistle of the 309 Of the 309, of the 309 Put me in my box on the 309 Take me to the depot, put me to bed Blow an electric fan on my
rock and roll singer on the television Giving up his music, gonna take up religion Deserted rock and roll To try to save his soul Saturday night, gotta gig with the band Playing the electric
my main trial is yet to come My main trial is yet to come oh Lord I'll die in the morning at dawn But after I die in the electric chair
drink champagne Drink half a beer feel all the same Woke up this morning Woke up this morning about 10:13 Six pack of stout a stick of sensi Go in the kitchen what do I see No electricity
dresser drip I can feel the electric love at the end of your fingertips Press me like a flat iron, keep to me until the sun shines Wake up to the morning
wings of her rhythms She will smile at the guys who come on With their eyes but she'll never dance with them And in smoke filled rooms of electric sound
'm a warrior, ready to die for my troops I'm a baller, skatin' on chrome, pushin' the Coupe I'm a soldier, soldier, soldier, soldier We play the block to the morning
You are my mantra, you are my prayer My benediction, my conviction, my electric chair My reaction, attraction You expose my every layer You're my poem
size of a sweet, sweet pea Let it be so it goes blow your nose Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I hear you, I hear you calling Electric lightning lights the night until the morning
She was a snowflake I was an earthquake She was a flash flood We made electricity I'm Prozac numb I'm wired all wrong I've been shut down for so long
billboards are shedding their light tonite My crowds are hanging around tonite There's a charge in the air tonite It's kind of electric out there tonite
day Was born weepin' out of an egg, the mid-wife said And straight away began to pray with lifted head He spent the early hours Communing with the morning