Hey ho, hey ho, hey ho, hey Well I'm a crazy upsetter (Driving me insane) Yeah, I'm a street wise professor (Who am I to blame?) Now, if you listen
Wystone Clinics, 1974 Father?s talking shit Mother fucker slammed the door Hit the streets running Cannot take it anymore In the reins of a train, I
Broke, dough, dope, the line is choked Smoked the last dollar to her name Are you buying? Are you selling, girl? Talking square, never change And if
London you gonna find them New york, LA back to Kingston All i see is you fightin All i see is you fightin well, it's empathy the song Integrity a callin
It's over before it starts, oh, don't you know So on your marks, stand by, ready, go From London to New York, Montreal to Tokyo I see visions of her,
{Within the same school, the idea was that We'd later combine both styles, unify the techniques But still, we were too young Too full of ignorant pride
The phenomena you are about to witness Could well revolutionize your way of thinking We are presenting startling facts and evidence That take up where
Los Angeles take your dreams away Burnin' on the ground At the end of the day it's your life, your loss If you can't turn the clock around I said, ?Oh
I got some hard times Two punks up on the subway It's a long way to go To get to leicester square A hard line It's the one you gotta cross The one you
Yeah! Here's the new face of rock-n'-roll! Fightin' toe to toe... Hard times come, yeah the hard times go. When I say, come on, come on. Well all the
Ah, no No, no Go With a gleaming success With a different try Religious indifference Mixed it through the lines Territorial company, they legitimize
Lady Liberty, come down and bleed for me I want nothing to do with your crazy world Broken promises, so full of nonsense Are blanketed by the time all
I didn't trust him, 'cause he smiled at me first Just like the wolf before he bites me And I didn't go there I swear that it was cursed Just as if it
There's something in the street tonight Don't know what it is but it won't keep quiet Breaking through your masses On your radio broadcaster There's
She's a Salvador immigrant, head through a thin walls A frail hooker, holding her carnal walls Gleaming sky scraper bunker he looked down Laugh hysterically
That is the vision of the anarchist It is also a boy's dream True to Warsaw, glad we did it Beat him down with a baseball bat Police retreated with riot
Yeah, he's gonna go, go get it Gonna run, run, set it In another wise hidden realm Oh, everybody knows, it's fucking wild And there's no fronting about
Who would've thought that dreams come true And who would've thought I'd end up with you And who would've thought what they said was true But it was and
