Thenardier: Welcome, Monsieur, sit yourself down And meet the best innkeeper in town As for the rest, all of 'em crooks: Rooking their guests and crooking
oh no, oh no, oh no no, oh no chemicals in the garden chemicals in the garden oh no, oh no your happiness makes me uncomfortable your happiness makes
The mist is rising over the ocean's waves Together we leave the shores of hell behind us to find our destination The sun is hiding behind the horizon,
Back on the corner I'm singing the blues I can see my reflection In the shine of your shoes Like Momma used to say No news is good news And I'm back
Well, he packed up his suitcase 'Cause the deal gone down She was slipping on her stockings Lord it made the sweetest sound There was a baby in the reeds
Come out of a fireball Notes burning and the letters scrawled I ain't ever goin' back no more Bare light, bulb and a hotplate Was there that I finally
Caught like a deer in my own headlights Frozen on this road tonight I had a fix on the brightest star Now I'm not sure, where you are North is south
We were coming down the old turnpike Horse hooves pounding, sledgehammer night You can tell 'em anything you like I was there with you baby Silver and
In the forest of no gravity Where birds mock reality We laid out some bread crumbs Yeah but somebody ate 'em Always thought we'd make it here But here
Old school He's the old school he don't say when he's hurtin' he'll just hide away 'till it 's over and tears are dry he's the old school and you can
We made a pact Lying there on our backs Swearing to every star That the sky did hold Promising our love was true And promising to see it through Then
I've been too long with my nose in a book I hope you sing just as good as you look Come on over baby, I got a song for you A little jump of something
Close some air Choking in clean underwear Bleeding tongue 8-Ball pounding in my lungs Ship to shore I can't see the coastline anymore I shouldn't be
My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird Put your head on my shoulder don't say a word We'll cut across town in my Thunderbird There's a burial ground Beneath
Intro Mmm...yeah, that sound kinda ill...word...yeah... master ace in the Studio with my man marley marl, y'know... got dj clash in the House...and my
"is everybody ready? all right, here we go" Allow me to begin, once again my friend Yo, it's ace in action, here to send Any and all mc's
Braniac, dumb-dumb, bust the scientifical Approach to the course and the force is centrifugal Can ya find ya way through the lyrics that be cathcin em
"i got ta" (repeat 4x) (I got ta) pick up the mic on a soul tip (I got ta) run you down like a polo skip (I got ta) rip mc's like a paper bag