Woorden:
The Gathering On A Wave

those worries about all those dreams All those nights when I screamed Captured in security, a babbling brook Let's drop a bomb and act like fools But a

worries about all those dreams All those nights when I screamed Captured in security, a babbling brook Let's drop a bomb and act like fools But a true

Waves of violet go crashing and laughing The rainbow winged singing birds fly 'round the sun Sun bells rain down in a liquid profusion Mermaids on porpoises

night The chief of a local tribe had killed a racist mayor's son He'd been on death row since 1958 The mayor's kid was a rowdy pig Spit on Indians and

into a multitude of molecules Going through a long hollow tube with a scholars view As, we wearing the white garment, passing sound waves That's supersonic

returned The King of New York, the Don Cartagena Joe Crack, Terror Squad leader The fuck? What? Yeah, mind on my money, money on my mind Nigga mind on my money, money on

Plaza Hundreds more looked on from the windows Of surrounding office buildings Many waved flags, and traffic came to a complete standstill On the rooftop

ancients with a drum Come along you can hum along or run along Sing a song if you wanna sing a song This meta-lyrical poet will surely put it on I don

underground dine n' dash Fuck that put ya ass on the table Thoroughbred bitch get fed in the stable Back room look gather 'round real quick Bitch is suckin dick like carrots on a