you may, well hey, let's get on with it Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted Out the vents of hecklers and fans Either which way they all hop on the van
fierce missile I roll schools, movin' butt like I'm toilet tissue What is your issue? You over man, I don't miss you Scottie soft, you play like Jan Van
just that? And I never said "Dad", NO, never said those words Never felt the urge, never felt he deserved Never been scuurred so I never been scared I only speak truth
f-ck what everybody wants from you They tryna Axl Rose you, welcome to the jungle To be continued, we on that Norman Mailer shit In search of the truth
Marie Now I can't stay there no more Fella 'cross town said he's lookin' for a man To move some old cars around Maybe me and Marie could find a burned-out Van
met marie Now I can't stay there no more Fella 'cross town said he's lookin' for a man To move some old cars around Maybe me and marie could find a burned-out Van
goose and drive a lex coupe. till she's all stay true but swurve them play goose til she pop pop poped right our her sun wouth. this the crazy truth,
stop But the song plays on The song plays on and on and on and on... [CHORUS] And the song keep playing Your heart keeps breaking And I can't take it The song's still playing
will fill up your own food Do use M-0 2s and tell from whole and frooz Then I play it cool, smooth as James Brown shoes Don?t play with them cuz shoot
pop trunks just slammin niggas hit the van on the candy and them blades niggas stayin on me cause they wanna get paid everybody late and Ima just gone play
takeout by myself I play the shows Got back in the van and put the Walkman on And you were playing In some other dive a thousand miles away I played
Test the change, 'cuz of the fantasies they try to feed us Under the bridge drummin' for flea an Anthony Kiedis I ran from elitist who got the truth confused
Marie Now I can't stay there no more Fella 'cross town said he's lookin' for a man To move some old cars around Maybe me and Marie could find a burned out van
[Van der Laars/Parry] An' through the mist I see, an image standing there But do my eyes deceive me I'm seeing what I see, what is reality It's just
cause knockin' off these bricks then often yo' man that's the kinda boss that I am (why not), and i'ma play shotgun, smoke the pores make a van hollarin
patience? Planted in the middle and outside of your nation Take the care to build a familiar foundation Speak to the youth that keep the truth sacred
's 'glorious war'. The truth that is now filtering out paints a very different picture. * It's often been said that truth is the first casualty of war
Steven Fromholz Me and my friends are getting long in the tooth After three or four decades of seeking the truth Trying to recover from misspent youth