She's got cigarette on each arm She's got the Lilly-white cavity crazes She's got a carburetor tied to the moon Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages
And infinity of dancing white light He sees his death as an experience only Not to those who planned out his life Oh, but tonight, the sight is far below And the moon
bet, Dell never fails clever tells the pear on his quest with the terrorist sending MC to the therapist my microphone will be a family heirloom hmm, awaits a white
store My 2nd or 3rd trip Some Henne, some Swishers and some Listerine Strips Dr. Greenthumb lift just to ease my thoughts Not just the cops, but the homies you gotta watch The moon
my own two eyes Then I saw you three times In a rear view mirror Like the broken white stripes in the dark Could've sworn it was you By the light of the moon
s move) She love it, (but let's take the back door) Gettin' away, Yeah, I concentrate the midnight without the benefit of ceremony Whoever said, "The one who strips
find out how they've been ripped off, and enslaved, they will revolt with the blood running in the sheets Yo, Ticket to ride, the white crime, highway
to peel your eyelids back to see You always torment my own intentions Credibility is what you strip from me Livin' on the dark side yellin' at the moon
sleep Will reep the broth wraped in Mummy's cloth a blurred touching Who feels that delight I'll have you On emotions walkin butt naked down Streets at night stripped of Your stripes
up here. We've got two cars in the garage, two cars in the garage, and drum-majorettes in white ankle socks and baton twirling on Sundays. We've got stripes
swift slit Round trip in that pussy; here comes the ticket Film clips poppin on that canon Busting ottamon canons On the pill, isreal Gaza stripping. In my living room, wolf gang? Full moon
The crowded future stings my eyes I still find time to exercise In uniform with two white stripes Unlock my section of the sand It's fenced off to the
Written by bob dylan (1990) Performed by eric clapton In the rolling night In the stardust of a pale moon light I think of you in black and white When
her true language and she was dressed in high syrian rags her face had white powder on it and there were little brown moons beneath her eyes and i saw
keep on turning It's inevitable The corrupt people of this world keep on stealing Yet, they don't care White fool come to a new land There's a dark moon
keep on turning It's inevitable The corrupt people of this world keep on stealing Yet, they don't care) White fool come to a new land There's a dark moon
to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming Now nightmares waken souls that fear the living's toll Gova Bosch and Brueghel three times Moon wise stain
the wolves of time who stalk mankind Shall be as one in grim repast Commemorating sickle moons The pack are poised to reap A scythe of white roses in