Life is whittled Life's a riddle Man's a fiddle that life plays on When the day breaks, and the earth quakes Life's a mistake all day long Tell me,
You dance real slow You wreck it down You walk away, then you Turn around What did that old blonde Gal say? That is the part... You throw away I want
The ribbon round your neck Aganist your skin that's pale as bone If is my favorite thing you've worn The band is playing our song And we wan't go home
they man's name tatted on they chest What you hate me for? Twenty-fours on a eighty-four When I open the door, bitch What you waiting for? (Chorus) Money
hoes got they man's name tatted on they chest What you hate me for? Twenty-fours on a eighty-four When I open the door What you waiting for? (Chorus) Money
in front of EARL SCHLEIB $39.95 merchandise like barkers at a shootin' gallery they throw out kind of a Texas Guinan routine "Hello sucker, we like your money
(Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan) Dot King was whittled from the bone of Cain With a little drop of poison in the red red blood She need a way to turn around
: (Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan) Dot King was whittled from the bone of Cain With a little drop of poison in the red red blood She need a way to turn
(feat. Buddha Bless, Icarus, Inspectah Deck, Masta Killa,) [Intro: Movie sample] Hey wait a minute, man, what about me? Hey wait a minute, y'all got