Letras:
America Pages

pages we consume Lives in many colors lovers in full bloom And through the ages words are born Speaking to the senses lifting the forlorn In these pages

these pages we consume Lives in many colors lovers in full bloom And through the ages words are born Speaking to the senses lifting the forlorn In these pages

: The depth of my soul in the depth of your voice With words I've tried to find since I have been alive This whole world stopped when you spoke Your

, grab my axe Fire up the grill and crack the kegs Nobody fear, the party's here Everlast is comin', the funky drummer's drummin' Ya only came backstage to make the front page

president get shot at point blank range Slipped thousands of people drinks and made em act strange Had my gat in a hollowed out book in the last page

men from pages torn Right off the press (it could be Tass) Suits for the regime The media's gone and had a baby Seventh wave, another navy I live in America

's hard for me to spit it Because the game was supposed to be sold we livid Came from the streets we the voice of the youth America's nightmare was given

complete, architectual, visual The sound spectrum strikes the mental then the physical My perimeter damns your diameter Bar codes are scanned from America to Canada What, from America

coke heads just might try sniff I ordered the Phantom Coupe, that's smoke pipe gray And the interior was like crack white beige At least that's what it looked like when it was on that page