Letras:
Led Balloon

Don't need another case you can see it on my face son But I ain't fallin' yet And I gotta give a shout to where my ball is at (Tupac) Mophreme Tell '

excuses for the trivial things and the pain life induces Bitches are wild, and so was I, young and stupid it's incredible, what a shitty circumstance produces them Criminals, led

: We had a lot of luck on venus We always had a ball on mars Meeting all the groovey people We've rocked the milky way so far We danced around with borealice

never forget Morning shows on the radio The case of the missing dog Lying on the fields at the only twelve Watching Harold and Maude Record shops, the stick-ball

down the yellow brick alleyway [Interlude (contains samples from "Wizard of Oz" and "Ghetto Zone")] Well, go on motherfucker! Now I'm roaming just like basshead Everybody know just where the alley led

rooftop where she climbed When all the laughter grew too loud And she bowed and curtseyed to the man Who reached and offered her his hand And led her

they're shocked me back white corpses turn to black i run on psychic gasoline, my fuel shall burn you all word salad, no ballad word salad, no ballad

I respect that I saw life for what its really worth and took a step back family ain't family no more, we used to play ball eggs after school, eat gritz

away They both robbed and killed until they both died. So goes the Legend of Bonnie and Clyde. The poems that she wrote of the life that they led Told