Once there were beautiful trees Now there are concrete seas An eerie calm has befallen the land Cacophony of wonderful sounds Is replaced by a symphony
: Once there were beautiful trees Now there are concrete seas An eerie calm has befallen the land Cacophony of wonderful sounds Is replaced by a symphony
and tell it fetch I'm f**king her good, she got her legs on my neck I get p**sy, mouth and ass, call it triple threat When I was in jail she let me call
m fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat When I was in jail she let me call her collect
ya) Dump me off the side of a bridge and drown me (Uh huh) Spare my family, the details on how they found me (Yes) Vigil by candle light and gather '
(Busta Rhymes) Yea I'm back to drive you crazy with that hottest shit in the streets No if's, and's, or maybe's Errbody gather around from here to little
Hello! You have a collect call from Cuckoo Please answer the following question, "Yes or no" Will you pay for the call? Is this on? Gather around my
the others stand around and form a crucifix A serpent of vapor Some stray birds rise The one on the end, the fine one on the end She called me over,
So the tree was made, I guess you heard, up in, well, he made a little bird Then they waited around till the end of spring Savin' every note the bird
, 'Why shouldn't I?' So I bought a pair of wings, went up upon a wall I was about to jump into the air when a guy from the street called He said, '
I pipe you down the street, With a shilling in my pocket--and the sky beneath my feet. Chameleons bask in the 'arc-lite' reflection--awaiting a chance curtain call
your own for the faults we moan still gather at our door and the journey we walk the talk we've talked won't help us anymore the sea bird's
have run away to the coast All the ladies quit calling them back And started plotting a counter attack You foolish animals! She?s out in the park, conducting the birds
Sleeping on the steps of a fountain Waving silver wands to the Night-birds song Waiting for the sun on the mountain She's a Moonchild Gathering the flowers
the steps of a fountain Waving silver wands to the night bird's song Waiting for the sun on the mountain She's a moonchild Gathering the flowers in
