coming home yea I'm comin' home, like a modern day prodigal son I had all of my things packed by early mornin' I left that bottle I'd lost right there
member o' de royal fam'ly! Girl! dis cocksucker mights be evil, but he am a prince! now he be talkin' de vernak-luh, i's findin' it consid'rubly mo'
Let's get together and talk about the modern age All of our friends were gathered there with their pets Just talking shit about how we're all so upset
's face it; that's the only "thank you" you will ever get So come on now - raise your glasses! Here's to YOU There will be nothing left - no! Nothing
, forever so Doin out little italy to mexico Now who be the next to go Will it be sam, will it be fran, or will it be cisco Or strictly back to disco
(Sammy Cahn, J.V. Huesen/James Hanley, GrantClarke, Harlan Howard/Jerry Herman) There are three well known young ladies People talk about today Three
[Chorus] She said she's born to be wild And she can't be tamed All she wants in life is fortune and fame So she keeps on moving Moving right along Even
count the lies I've told and I need redemption, how 'bout forgiveness and I pray for open arms, and be with me lord 'cause I'm comin' home, like a modern
dude who runs the waterslide. Throughout history Every mystery Ever solved has turned out to be Not Magic. Does the idea that there might be truth Frighten
be-me's You a artist we bosses, the ones that funded c.d.'s All your gonna-be wanna-be, gonna punish me please You got me laughing, I'm asking if niggaz wanna be
one's that fund the CD's All you gonna-be, wannabe, gonna punish me please You got me laughin', I'm askin' if niggaz wanna be Steve Harvey, no your hardly
lives there are people who will tell you there is always something better if you don't know or care you'll be alright i heard it's modern to be stupid
will never be the same lust will never be the same shame will never be the same I will never be the same and you will never be the same
't drag me down - only when you really seek There's something you will find don't listen now Shadows are crawling I'm walking through this modern graveyard
Thought, Thought manifests Words Actions and Reality But what is attracting me? If you question me, you will be detained indefinitely Your name will be
gun of a banger In the frame of the game leave my name on your brain Until we meet again it will never be the same Slice my own piece of the true money
worded into German In the 1500's But he let it be known There was a Latin version in 400 B.C. by St. Jerome There was many more who got a hold of the