[Radio talkback...] [Cheers] Well I'm left sitting here staring into a beer shaking my head at the same ol' loathing and fear Stranger in my own land
Mum, Dad and Denny were some amongst many who turned up to see the passing out parade at Puckapunyal Seemed every man and his mongrel watched cadets
bei Dir nur allzu gerne, weil es keinen, wie Dich fuer mich gibt. Wenn Du mich kue?t, seh' ich die Sterne. Unser Glueck ist nicht ganz ungetruebt. Eine Herde
sell yea' Others just smoke and fuck all day Mmmmm you can find me in Where the gun play ring all day (nanana) Some got jobs and some sell yea' Others
and some sell yea' Others just smoke and fuck all day You can find me in St. Louie Where the gun play ring all day Some got jobs and some sell yea' Others
bring Candy toys But when I come knockin', she smiles pretty, she knows tonight I'm gonna be Candy's boy Well in the olden days when the Mongolian gangs rode herd
Cap a nigga for his wallet, beat another for free And the cold part about it, life is cheaper than that Down there people on the bottom kill each other
go because I'm equipped to flow a script I will just slay and disobey, I will display banana clips that slaughter with the words and the herds of the
make you swallow your smirk I splurge most and bash, capacitate mass I fascinate as I assassinate and show task Characters and egos, get crushed in trust And my words stampede like herds
flow To the beat Lights, camera, action, get it on Watch the beatbox as he lets the sound form Ain't nobody iller than my man Rahzel So you other beat
ill-fated day The temples were filled with the strangest of creatures One played it by ear on the banks of the sea That one was found but the others
of my god Time marches on And I awaken to the world And I'm still running to something Running to something far away Unseen by the others in the herd
- you made them acquiesce to death You earn well when other men die Deceiver Fool, stay blind, get in line Count me out, I've no doubts A man in herd
Those other years, those dusty years When we drove the big hearse through I tried to forget the miles we rode and Spanish Johnny, you! He?d sit beside
took it to the city Where the word like wildfire spread And old John Sutter soon came to wish he'd Left that stone in the river bed For they came like herds
can't live easily You can't even speak Fish all of them speak All over the world A plain with no herd Not even a bird When one side is hot The other
morning light Shadows of the evening sun Till the shadows and the lights were one True hunting is over No herds to follow Without game, men prey on each other
Spoken: Vern: Howdy, my name's Vern, this here's my gang (nods to man on one side, woman on the other). We're special sort of cow-pokes and we'd like
