: (Smith/Shanahan) Yesterday I saw you standing there With your hand against the pane Looking out the window At the rain And I wanted to tell you That
: Listen to my story. Got two tales to tell. One of fallen glory. One of vanity. The world's roof was raging, but we were looking fine; 'Cause we built
: Lower the thing the skin of a cat Skin it to the left just laying there No other thing is luck like that And you set it said it said nothing Went
: This dead city longs to be This dead city longs to be free Seven screaming horses Melt down in the sun Building scenes on empty dreams And smoking
: In the straw-colored light In light rapidly changing On a life rapidly fading Have you seen death singing Have you seen death singing With a throat
: Mother as I write the sun dissolves Blood life streaming cross my hand And these words, these words Hope dashed immortal hope Hope streaking the canvas
: If you believe all your hope is gone down the drain of your humankind the time has arrived you'll be waiting here as I was in a snow-white shroud waiting
: Hello friend I've come a-calling passively stationed active patrol sliding in at high noon like some reluctant sheriff not want to get involved in
: In a mansion high the young man stood Ready to join his companions good Outside the scent of magnolia blossoms Down streets of gold the children were
: Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy! The
: the fans were whirlin' like the blades of a 'copter liftin' into the skies above some foreign land soaked with the bodies of so many friends. Johnny
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up, please stand up, please stand up? [Eminem] Will Smith don
real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up? Please stand up, please stand up Will Smith
Mother, as I write, the sun dissolves Blood life streaming, 'cross my hand And these words, these words Hope dashed immortal hope Hope streaking the canvas
In the straw colored light In light rapidly changing On a life rapidly fading Have you seen death singin'? Have you seen death singin'? With a throat
This dead city Longs to be This dead city Longs to be free Seven screamin' horses Melt down in the sun Buildin' scenes on empty dreams And smokin' them
