rest Make a kick drum sound Like an S.O.S. Get a tow-truck Cause it's after dark And the dance floor's full But everybody's double-parked! Cell phone
Dead leaves and the dirty ground when I know you're not around shiny tops and soda pops when I hear your lips make a sound when I hear your lips make
, not with hate in your eyes. [Fat Mike] In order to lead by example you have to show a path to a better world, not a cell
a nigga choose hell Momma hopped up on cocaine Daddy on space ships with no brain Sister gone numb, the pain the same Why same DNA cell She was turned
And now the six merry murderesses of the Crookem County Jail In their rendition of 'The Cell Block Tango' Pop! Six! Squish! Uh uh, Cicero, Lipschitz!
s a riot goin' on" (There's a riot goin' on)" "There's a riot goin' on Up in cell block number nine" The trouble all started up in cell block number
it's just not right And while you wait One more cell becomes An empty space Woah, woah, it's just not right And while you wait One more cell becomes
Sometimes I feel I've got to run away I've got to get away From the pain you drive into the heart of me. The love we share seems to go nowhere And I'
You were talkin' on that cell phone, driving your Mercedes way too fast All of the sudden there was this dial tone, you hit the pylons on the overpass
if the green cell's grey Grey cell's green only if the green cell's grey Grey cell's green only if the green cell's grey Grey cell's green only if the
Going back to yesterday, tomorrow's almost near Anticipation factors in decisions everywhere And anger fills the mood right now, there's no more novelties
Murder and manslaughter ruled my life Eliminated my enemies and killed my wife Nothing to lose, I'm condemned to death Enjoy the prison, till my last
but they're all bitten So now they're drawn away Killing brain cells, wasting away Killing brain cells, pure misery Killing brain cells, renounce, relapse Killing brain cells
There's a riot goin' on There's a riot goin' on There's a riot goin' on Down in cell block number 9 The riot started down in cell block number 4 Spread
fun Cell number one has something for everyone Meanwhile in Boston the kids were queuing Back in Montreal we were just stewing. In cell number seven Cell number seven Cell number seven Cell
to give me none of that Can you hear me now? What would I do without my cell phone? And ye, tho I walk through the valley of the shadow of cell I will
The millionaires are closing ranks Tax-dodging in the race to the bank Listen for the slamming of the stable doors After the horse has bolted Trapped
now? Can you hear me now? Are you ready for some real news? You got the prison cell phone blues. Yeah, you got the prison cell phone blues. Go beyond
