look back from the edge of a cliff The old man looking down, lend over the bridge Stood with a grin as if a blessing had hit him I slumped on the jut
Vertaling: Die strate. Aan die rand van 'n krans.
edge of a cliff The old man looking down lent over the ridge struck with a grin as if a blessing had hit him. I slumped on the jut of the cliff Just
icy toes Dipped in a stream That a few of us know And the cloud just a ripple A shock from the impact Shadows on the streets Look like veils at morning
on Take me out the hood but the hood will never leave me, I'm holdin on as if I'm fallin off the edge of a cliff If I live and see 80 I'm reppin the
get inside somehow" But the golden office tower Was just a cliff the sun was setting on So he, so he ran up along the cliff and was gone forever He
have to get inside somehow" but the golden office tower was just a cliff the sun was setting on so he ran up along the cliff and was gone forever he
twenty seventh street I drew a sketch with lipstick and sidewalk of Newports edge Legoblock cliffs and an ocean that doesn't deserve the sounds of silence I'd swear on a
took a drag On my first cigarette And I found my head Roll down the dumps Of 27th Street I drew a sketch With lipstick and sidewalk Of Newports edge Lego block cliffs
nightmares On TVs that sing us to sleep They burn on and on like an oil field Or a memory of what it felt like To burn on and on and not just fade away
a rage like this They can lead the free world off the edge of a cliff And the cliff is to fall for the trap they've sprung To make us play the role of
yourself is a media myth Underneath this floor, we're on the edge of a cliff Someone told me Jesus was the Devil's lover While we masturbated on a magazine
toes Dipped in a stream That a few of us know And the cloud just a ripple? A shock from the impact? Shadows on the streets Look like veils at morning
on Take me out the hood but the hood will never leave me, I'm holdin on as if I'm fallin off the edge of a cliff If I live and see 80 I'm reppin the bricks
yourself is a media myth Underneath this floor we're on the edge of a cliff Someone told me Jesus was the Devil's lover While we masturbated on a magazine
