sheet of glass And now I know that I'll never Have to ask again Tongue - lash, lick me Pulsate, kiss me You play me baby you play Me like a violin
lovin' man He stood six-foot-seven, had big ol' hands He'd lost two fingers in a chainsaw but he could still play the violin And Mom played piana, just
's a good good time tonight Oh you're feelin' it too, the light bringin us up Troubles away, it's a good good time tonight Ah, a good time right here (violin
Stand in my way and I'll lead a words protest MC's that wanna be dissed they're gonna Be dissed if they don't get from in fronta All they can go get is me a glass
last fall to the land of nevermore Shatter her glass, I woke on the floor The lady in black, I ask, "What do you see A glimpse in your glass what good
lowered in. francesco watches it land near his window. he exits the bungalow with a can of crisco and a violin case. n pantomime, he cautiously int Ts
a girl Come to inebriate out of the rain Days i have violinned tragic and crass Weepingly bowing the people i'd meet But now all the music is here in my glass
we are going to invent the glasses strong enough to make you see it's not the flight waiting for you but a fall we'll show you the black and white trampoline
Keep my dollars, fuckin' hope they have a son Then I'll be another million ahead of the game Spoon full of sugar and a glass of fame Checkin' young
fifty happy voices mixed with whistles made of tin And a piper man is blowin' like the North Atlantic wind And an Aran island beauty is sawin' on the violin
clown, and I'm laughing while my dream turns into a nightmare, fade away, I'm asleep, not too deep... The walls of night have left me scarred the broken glass
all these creatures They've been watching me Midnight by candlelight Just my heart in a spoon All my insides howl at the moon The music begins, violins
hated I'm a falling stone in a world of glass I'm a ticking bomb with a smiling mask Can you ever let go? I'll play you like a violin ...stay...
do the thinking, this what I recommend My n-gger money talk that's what she comprehend Say that sad story, you hear them violins? And for a tall glass
loud when you challenge me, son, 'cause it's hard for me to hear With this twisted neck and these migraine pains and this cauliflower ear. 'N' if it weren't for this glass
that rose from the sidewalk, street lamps and violins, tales that they tell, the stars that plunged into my sparkling glass, I remember these things,
on the red team, you can hear the screams from the bleachers I'm trapped in a tunnel of violence where the sirens Play on my block like diabolical violins