Vertaling: Gorki. Vooruitgang.
Standing On the edge of forever At the start of whatever Shouting love at the world Back then We were like cavemen But we mapped the moon and the stars
Down, down, let your crazy out Boys go crazy over you Grip like a New York window cleaner Just staring at you Youth don't leave me, hair stay on me God
Oh no, turning into cannibals and everything That she wants is made out of minerals I don't know what I done, she only speaks in subliminals The reception
There's a little animal, way up in the air My nose and tongue are roving, but maybe it's not there There's a little man now, in the middle of the earth
Going through a world of sad debris, Regard quixoitic reveries of ownership: The blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretion, The ancient western
And progress is not intelligently planned It's the facade of our heritage The odor of our land They speak of progress In red, white and blue It's the
Sitting around, no work today Try pacing to keep awake Laying around, no school today Just drink until the clock Has circled all the way It's late afternoon
Instrumental
{tec-9} I don't like to dream about gettin' paid No time for slippin' no time to get laid Got to get mine, get it with the tec-9 Nigga's on the come up
Say yes to a real life ambition Say yes to our hopes and our plans Forget about your indecision Let's get the beast off our land A tree that can grow
Here we are, there's nowhere else to go And that's so far from where we all could be But you can't feel my disappearing And you should take this for what
What I leave when you go What I see and what you show And what I guess and when I don't Is something you already, already know I can't live without,
I sit alone and watch the clock Tryin' to collect my thoughts All I think about is you And so I cry myself to sleep And hope the devil I don't meet In
You the great pretenders Love to paint your pictures While your stepping over, falling people lying in the streets You the great offenders Only a few
I'm not very good at just paying attention I'm not very good at remembering things that you say I'm not very good at pursuing redemption I'm not very
We changed the rhyme, forget the reason Waiting for the change of seasons Drawing near, it's almost here So safe tonight, forget tomorrow Say goodbye
I'm one step from a breakdown, two steps from being safe Just try to see this through I'm three steps from this nightmare and four steps from the door