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: Listen up, child, there's one thing I've got to make clear Yeah, I do You don't see it coming hear it coming Acting like you know nothing About that
: Like this....I've never seen a woman baby That looks quite the way you do The way you shake that thing now honey, Can't take my eyes off you The way
: Lately I can tell that something ain't right I don't see the fire when I look in your eyes One time up, and the next time down This may be the last
: We all carry the cross and speak what we're taught Lies and money become the white man's god We've burned all our bridges one too many times The time
: Well it's Friday night and I'm waiting On your call girl, like I do Am I wasting my time by this telephone line Waiting on your call to come through
: A verdict heard by the jury's word...they're lying I watch as the victims of the slave ships battle with the demons inside But no wrong ever righted
: On a cold night in a hotel in New Orleans came the final blow And somehow somewhere we lost sight in our search for that pot of gold And all that
: Stand and rise and before your eyes the lions will appear And when they do they'll be filling you with all the lies you will need to hear Mr. Politician
: Living off the friends we made Never ever getting paid Kicking ass and paying dues Lose our mind in self abuse Loving ladies by the score Waking up
: Now pardon my personal demons, child but if you do insist Sit down and listen to me story awhile, cause it goes something like this The joint was
: Well I'm sitting here this evening I've got some old friends on my mind, yeah I do Yeah, me and Slick and Davy saluting Mr. Daniels For the very first
: Well it's four o'clock in the morning and I'm knocking on your door She says she's tired of me Don't want me here no more She said stop your pissin
: In a smoky room Could have been a devil's tomb 90 miles east of LA Feeling desperate and cold Barely 19 years old Searching for the light in the pouring
Well, it's four o'clock in the mornin' An' I'm knockin' on her door She said she's tired of me Don't want me here no more She said, "Stop your pissin
In a smoky room Could have been a devil's tomb Ninety miles east of L.A. Feeling desperate and cold Barely nineteen years old Searching for the light
Well I'm sitting here this evening I've got some old friends on my mind, yeah I do Yeah, me and Slick and Davy saluting Mr. Daniels For the very first
