mirror shades what should be flight not taking rest a bodies burning compose ears of rock guilty grey formaldehyde cripples hound a wheelchair guilty grey a wheelchair hounds
Walkin on red dirt no concrete pavement Navy blue book bag on my back Couple miles 'til I'm at the grey hound station Hope they let me ride away with
dashes towards the Center. His message is Living Death... From the dark West, Insane and raging, bloody eye, Tongue and teeth full of venom, The grey Hound
hood to the penitentiary Tryin' to survive on these streets Slangin' dope 'cuz the kids gotta eat Put it in a car or a plane, Grey Hound or a train
map all tracks every city and town And to that pay you know the games way out give me the loot and ima swoop you from grey hound face down Gotta know
what, I want it all now Fuck blazers and roofs, we kick the door down Beat you in the jaw now, move swift like a coke on a grey hound Nigga what, it's
and we don't get our butter delivered no more In the neighborhood In the neighborhood In the neighborhood Well Big Mambo's kicking his old grey hound
roll survivors Twelve bars flowin' through his brain He digs 'Jerry Lee Lewis', 'Dion And 'The Belmonts' And 'Johnny And The Hurricanes' He plays 'Hound
was cold And the wind was howling I was awaken by the sound Of hoof beats pounding. Outside the window, on the ground Our hound dog was growling Grey
in the game Chorus(repeat twice) Dogs of war and the hounds of hell Together... they don't go so well Dogs of war and the hounds of hell Together...
Liars! Shape my frown! I see through you words stone done like a hound Liars! Faceless clowns! I see through your herds all swimming to the shore
untold, lived the families on which the country was founded. And the merchants of style, with their vain velvet smiles, were there, for they also were hounded
na na Gone like the wind in the meadow And the rain on the hill You even left your lipstick And your powder and your blush Baby gonna leave me on a Grey Hound
of her daddy's blood hounds But I ain't gonna worry now It's a blue Sunday Down the interstate Yeah a blue Sunday Blue, with shades of grey A blue
Seen Them Pies Im Talkin So Much White, It'll Hurt Ya Eyes I Really Lived It Man Counted So Much Paper It'll Hurt Ya Hands From The Trucks To The Rental To The Grey Hound
with J Prince and Z-Ro will stay down my kin folk Rollin we gon come for the take down and show 'em how it go ain't no more touchin the Grey Hound we