I am my father's son I am my father's son His bed is made I was a hero Early in the morning I ain't no hero In the night I am my father's son
: (M. Farina) Mary Call, Mary Call You never stumble, you never fall Silver stars and lilies call For the yearning of the young one Named Mary Call
(M. Farina) Mary Call, Mary Call You never stumble, you never fall Silver stars and lilies call For the yearning of the young one Named Mary Call She
Can we survive through this storm? Can we trust the captain to fall with his ship, lets bolt his cheek to the door. He's the one that caused this mess
noon sun I am my father's son I am my father's son His bed is made I was a hero Early in the morning I ain't no hero In the night I am my father's son
I need a kick drum, A guitar now, And a bass line, And imma show you how, How to rock How to dance How to get down, All i need is a piano in my
Goddamn Europeans Take me back to beautiful England And the gray, damp filthiness Of ages and battered books And fog rolling down behind the mountains
Travelin' down a lonely highway I knew not where the road would end Not a penny in my pocket All alone without a friend In a little country village I
Teena: If the sun in the sky disappeared from view If the love in my heart baby wasn't true If the rivers and seas all just up and dry If the moon pass
blew the boys away, was more than they seen. i was introduced and we first started groovin, instead -- big baby --but you got to keep movin. last dance for Mary
than they'd seen I was introduced and we both started groovin' I said, "I dig you baby, but I got to keep movin' on" Keep movin' on Last dance with Mary
Heh, y'all remember back in the days When niggaz used to get they ass whooped for snakin cars And had to go strip your own switch off the tree These are
Last of a dying breed Last of a dying breed Welcome to da life of a young thug nigga Only hang out wit dem criminals and dem drug dealers I'm from even
[buckshot] People say a 'thug' is somethin I shouldn't be Some say 'death' is somethin I shouldn't see I had to be me, I had to do what I had to do Only
leg was very crippled And he could not speak his name Still he smiled in understanding Though life to him had been unkind As I watched I thought in sorrow Son
I'll find a way to be nice when I want to be unkind I'll find a way to be quiet when I want to speak my mind I'll find a way to be here even though
If you stare too long at a picture frame, you turn to gray You want to add some color back again, well, that's okay I can tell you what it feels like
I can love you like a song, give you words to sing along, all the words you want to hear I can love you every day so I never miss your face should the