when you hear my voice don't it sound so pure Tha Alka-holiks know, come bust fo' sho' So whether we together kickin' down the doors Excuse my gutter
over To the same old Swanson dinner I'm coming in through the back 'cause I never had the knack With that hole in my back pocket Silver dragon, golden
like the rain on the windshield One of those rainy day car rides, my head implodes The atmosphere in this car, a mirror of my skull Wet, damp, windows
daughter Produced my pistol, then my saber So make no whistle or thou will be murdered Love, love She cursed, she shivered, she cried for mercy "My gold
, you know There's no place I'd rather be No place I'd rather be Such a quiet joy Knowing that I'm your pick-up fix And you're my favourite boy You
dysfunctional fun In the cancerous sun With my co-dependent hon Eating greasy, greasy hot dogs on a buttered up bun Silver lining Silver lining where'd you go? Silver lining Silver
from head to toe Fix yourself with cream Drop into the stream Fix yourself with cream Drop into the stream Steal a silver car Drive up to the town Meet my
of the room Don't matter if it's out of tune Sing it to the bar, I got my green guitar But I never had a silver spoon Never had a silver spoon So sing
' fix up my bed in the doldrums Lost behind a silver screen Are all the things you could've been in love and life So help me out, my friend, my head
mag do You need a remix I'll fix you too....BLACKstreet [Hook] Call me, if you need someone to fix you Call me, satisfaction guranteed Call me, if you need someone to fix
am proud I finally hit him with the silver arrow And you know I leave the rock Even though the road to good is narrow Zelda's on my jock Cause my balls
To have sixty silver wishes Is a small price to pay They'll be your private little fishes And they'll never swim away I just want you to be happy That's my
the luchiano And girls with condos, Chanel with Guitano Girl my persono, I share like Sonny Bono Black and white keys, lay girls on my piano Me, Missy
off like rain on the windshield. One of those rainy day car rides my head implodes, the atmosphere in this car a mirror of my skull. Wet, damp, windows
, you know There?s no place I?d rather be No place I?d rather be Such a quiet joy Knowing that I?m your pick-up fix And you?re my favourite boy You?
wolly bully, looking high, looking low, Gonna scare you up and shoot ya, Mister Charlie told me so. Well you take my silver dollar, take those silver dimes, Fix
rough I, I like it rough I, I like it rough. [x2] Won't go without my fix tonight, It's a little too rough. Prom girl wipes her tears with silver lines