Soon our fortunes will be made, my darling And we will leave this loathsome little town Silver bells jingling from your black lizard boots, my baby Silver
) [Chorus: Nate Dogg] All these niggaz talkin 'bout what they gon' kill Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal Holdin hands with the
If you want to open the hole Just put your head down and go Step beside the piece of the circumstance Got to wash away the taste of evidence Wash it away
If you want to open your hole Just put your head down and go Step beside the piece of the circumstance Got to wash away the taste of evidence Wash it
Hey, could you stand another drink I'm better when I don't think, seems to get me through Say, do you wanna spin another line, like we had a good time
Lipstick impressions on my white collar shirt Number on a matchbook so I'll get a hold of her Oh, that's all the proof I need I can smell her perfume
Stab the knife into the face and then Wrench the blade inside Murder this piece of shit Scraps of flesh and severed bone are on the floor These I must
You Investigate The Murders At The Gates Of Gods I Temper With The Evidence At Odin's Murder Site I Can Swim Through Time I Can't Be Killed I Have No
You have eyes that lead me on And a body that shows me death Your lips look like they were made For something else but they just suck my breath I want
I know what you do and it drives me insane No matter what I do you never will change You just keep denying this thing that you do But someday, someway
Well, I'll wait till you listen I won't say a word to follow your instincts Which just never worked for me Oh, you're silent but strong Yeah, I'm playing
So I waited for you What wouldn't I do? Am I better of to? Oh, and I'm honest too If I ever want proof Oh, then I'll find it in you Oh yeah, I honestly
Lost in a paperback rain Picking through books that you won't read again Keeping your promises vague Lost in the crowd in the circus parade Keeping your
You got the CBS And the ABC You got Time and Newsweek Well, they're the same to me Now don't you wanna get right with me? Puzzling evidence I hope you
the evidence is clear, a new day approaches. they're ot there, on the streets. plying their evil trade. the money that they're making, will destroy peoples
I can picture it now You in your car Left the bar Playing big part Keep up complainin? It?s probably rainin? Keeping complaining It?s probably raining
Time has a way of healing, or so they say So why am I still left here cryin'? Caught in these ways of emotions as people stare I find there's no real
I saw some kid that knew when to say fuck it Someone always caught the middle of a ruckus Move over move over Mr. Johnny cool money Don't you be acting
