: The river is deep and the road is long Daylight comes and I want to go home Awoke this morning To find my people's tongues were tied And in my dreams
Jesus on the cross A skating ballerina you should have seen her do the skater's waltz Some people have got to paint and draw Harry had to work in clay
light Civilised like the Molly Burgundy, wildy rocking Seen the fifth when Ali clocked him John Forte will keep you locked in [Q-Tip] People all around
sky warn you, you're gonna die Storm coming, you'd better hide from the atomic tide Flashes in the sky turns houses into sties Turns people into clay,
explanin who I am How come it's possible I wish there was a way (Suddenly) I feel so invinsible I'm the sculpture made out of clay I need someone to
: (Clay Hammond) You know I got to find me People, I got to find me, a part time love Oh, I need, I need me a part time love Every time, every time
the leaves, falling from the trees Feeling like a stranger nobody sees So many things that we never will undo I know you're sorry, I'm sorry too Some people
Reds. (so busy won't save you) Oh how our parents they suffered for nothing Live the dream, live the dream, live the dream Like the 80s never happened. People
sky, warn you you're gonna die Storm coming, you'd better hide from the atomic tide Flashes in the sky, turns houses into sties Turns people into clay
the sky warn you you're gonna die Storm coming, you'd better hide from the atomic tide Flashes in the sky turns houses into sties Turns people into clay
you please, do as you may Crooked minds Like a crooked tree Never caring where one's branches have been or where they're gonna be People so seedy People
: Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans, way back up in the woods among the evergreens, there stand a country cabin made of clay and wood,
: Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans, way back up in the woods among the evergreens, there stand a country cabin made of clay and wood
: Deep down in Louisianna Close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods Among the evergreens There stand a country cabin Made of clay and wood Where
you break it down you've only got 2 songs MC's are like clay pigeons and I'm shootn' skeet I just yell pull and MMM drops the beat You people call