Woorden:
Billy Idol Listen

so rehearsed You think your clothes and actions control the universe Listen, what you'd better do Listen, better change your head Listen, or there's nothing we can do Listen

had a problem with homicide, crazy ass suicide Sucka mothafuckin' pussy dreams and I died Black from the hell raised, don't want'cha dead days No one listens

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, Just like the ones I used to know. Where those tree-tops glisten, And children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow

stiff, blow smoke from this foul drift Nigga with the 6 story, throw em off the cliff As I speak the shit to put my name on the list The small thug with

was in a situation Where I could get jerked I'm like the mechanic, all I do is bodywork Want my money? You must be a fool 'Cause like Billy Idol said

have been written Rumors have been circulated Autographs faked The hourglass smashed and didn't leave me an escape Moving boxes have been worn out Mantlepieces dusted Idols idolized

: (Billy Idol) [Chorus:] Come home, it's a brand new day Come home, my Sherri, Sherri runaway Come on, there's a devil to pay Come home, my Sherri,

a problem with homicide, crazy ass suicide Sucka mothafuckin pussy dreams and I died Black from the hell raised, don't want'cha dead days No one listens

I never never was a Situation where I could get jerked Like a mechanic, all I do is bodywork Want my money? You must be a fool Cause like Billy Idol said