When I was seventeen, it was a very good year It was a very good year for small town girls And soft summer nights We'd hide from the lights on the village
It's not right Wise up - and I'll tell you what I see Your life - as complex as can be People in the streets are runnin' from the police It's not right
Baby, baby, baby hurt me bad Baby, baby Baby, baby made me cry Baby, I wanna die Somebody tell me where she's hiding out I gotta find that cheatin' gal
Cars are turning over and driving away, I'd like to think of something to talk about. I can't come up with a consolation prize. It's not that I want
All those people that you know All those people that you know All those people that you know Floatin' in the river are logs I could buy myself a reason
Ain't it something? You can jump on a plane And hop on a bus, catch you a train Take in a Saturday game at Wrigley Field Man, ain't it awesome? You can
This is no good way out But it's a challenge or so I see it Death's head upon my wall A field lies nothing but disorder No good can come of this Whatsoever
Oh, oh lady Things ain't always what they seem I never expected it to be a dream That I continue to think of us together We can make it through the stormy
That hatchet-faced hag who's pointing at me with a sneer I don't see her Those giggling girls with the whispers they want me to hear I don't hear them
Spoken: I just wanna say this this is something I thing most of you ladies will identify with and maybe some of you men too (THE MAN I LOVE) Someday
Love my niggaz but where's my bitches? I Love my niggaz but where's my bitches? Love my niggaz but where's my bitches? I love my niggaz but where's my
Sont-ce ces insenses assassins, Est-ce ainsi qu'assassins s'associent, Si c'est depuis l'anschluss, Que sucent ces sangsues le juif Suss. SS si bon si
There's a place where we put it all first Like a picture on a parasite verse this time I'm inside of the center once more And it's worse this time
Who's to say the way I am Is not to blame on hating love Let's be tragic, let's be sad These eyes can't seem to see the way I am All for love and all
What you gonna do about it? How you gonna live without it? Some of us are gettin' proud And I don't know if that's allowed People just can't forget it
What good this deafness That my whole life I have dread? What good this deafness With these voices in my head? What good this deafness If this prattle
With a lustful admiration I look upon you Can't wait until tomorrow The things that we'll do And this Is where It gets good Permission to speak freely
this is no good way out but it's a challenge or so I see it death's head upon my wall afield lies nothing but disorder no good can come of this whatsoever