There's something about lightnin up a marlboro red That nicotine rush into my head And a taste of southern comfort on my lips Tells me I aint ready to
I walk a hard line winding road Don't really know where it's gonna go Seems like trouble's my best friend Soon as I get out I'm back in again It's a wonder
Let's don't say goodbye I hate the way it sounds So, if you don't mind Let's just say for now See you when I see you Another place, some other time If
Today in Los Angeles another youth loses his life Gunshot wound to the head Street violence is at an all-time high No jokin', I'm sleepin' with my eyes
Please don't get me wrong See I forgive you in a song Will call the likely lads But, if it's left to you I know exactly what you'd do With all the dreams
Tell me the wars you're fighting Behind the smile you're hiding All the things I know you want to say We tried our best to find us But there are no lights
Like the crashing of a wave On the shores of consciousness We're alive and we're awake to the world And with the gift of love we're blessed 'Cause we
give me no problems Much later baby you'll be saying never mind You know life is cruel, life is never kind Kind hearts don't make a new story Kind
A) children of light (anderson/vangelis/squire) Distant as the distant thunder Where equal rights for [will] rent assunder Equal rights for equal people
You were a child, crawlin' on your knees toward it. Makin' mama so proud, but your voice was too loud. We like to watch you laughing. You pick the insects
kind of monster Some kind of monster Some kind of monster This monster lives We the people Are we the people? Some kind of monster Some kind of monster Some kind
(Child child, child, the child) Father of the man (Father of the man, father of the man) (Child child, child, the child) Father of the man (Father of
Keeping She keeps them in A Jar, But Not Too far from her hear. They head the Good Kind Of Love, Good Kind Of Love, They had the right kinda thing, right kinda
One, maybe not one Maybe you too Are wonderin' Wonderin' who Wonderful you Are wonderin' Child, child, child The child, the child Father of the sun Child
Mason died on Monday We bricked him in the wall All his children grew and grew They ain't never grew so tall before They may never grow so tall again
Oh yeah I'm a child of the funky time Oh yeah my people have committed ugly crimes And in the process of me breaking free I have inherited a painful legacy
and me We've got a groovy kind of love We've got a groovy kind of love We've got a groovy kind of love Ohh, ohh, ohh Hmm, mmm, mmm We've got a groovy kind
Kindness in your eyes I guess you heard me cry You smiled at me Like, Jesus to a child I'm blessed, I know Heaven sent, heaven stole You smiled at me