A woman on the radio talks about revolution When it's already passed her by Bob Dylan didn't have this to sing about you You know it feels good to be
So, when I cried where were you? And you know I cried 'cause I saw you Sometimes I think you Don't know what you say I'm, I'm insecure, so insecure You
I think I know what you mean and although it sounds obscene I will always do my best to understand You have so many words and your voice is always heard
Please introduce yourself Let's shock the world with what we know Squeeze the world 'Til it's small enough to join us heel to toe (Heel to toe) International
I changed my name and you changed your mind The only thing you left was me Behind to try and talk so bitter, you make me feel so small Driving so fast
Can't feel my head, my heart? Everything aches and I can't cure it Imagine being afraid to think Sink into to the ground, endure it I'm mad enough to
Trust me, I know what I'm doing From day one I got things wrong One day I'll get things right, maybe I never thought I knew the answers While the whole
Welcome back Victoria Since you've gone you know that no-one's really missed you Welcome back Victoria And now your friends watch over everything that
Everyone's giving a piece of their mind The deaf, the dumb, the stupid and blind Crushing the words to the people who doubt With the weight of the hard
who am i? where am i? why do i feel this way? where am i? why do i feel this way? have you ever felt that it's someone else living your life? the image
Are you satisfied? Do you know what you want? Will it go with you when you die? Oh, the things I could do for you If you want me to If you want me to
If the sun shines today I think I'll stay here anyway And if the world makes demands of me Then I'll wait and see It's at times like these I do what
benz truck too Fuck all y'all non-believers I roll wit god, the squad and ts Out wit the b.s We platinum, they even doubted jesus Niggas is 85%, I'm
3 months in, and we've stayed between the righteous cones Jesus Christ be the Lord of our Love jones No ones home and she needs company for the feast
I know all about it, drugs, money, sex, even where the whores are routed Nothing's too small to doubt it The wolves feed upon us, so we walk the streets
