You say we're going nowhere fast. We don't care what you think. We've got our friends. We'll have our fun. What the fuck else do we need? This is the
Boys bring it on home, bring it on home Bad Boys Heh, I'm 'bout to do Santa Dimengo on a horse named Bingo A fugitive lookin' for puff switchin' my lingo Stayin' at a
land of the free ride And I can't pull it any longer The sun is beating down my neck So I ran with the devil Left a trail of excuses Like a stone on
? Strange moon, strange land, strange man Holdin' hands with tiny horses Hold them, hold them kindly, man Low red moon How can you sleep like a baby?
a brighter, there's light that shines on the corner In the dawn of the chaos, I try not to be A pawn or a player so nights I stay up Write words, for
understand, That you'll always be a stranger in a strange, strange land. The men are gonna come while you're fast asleep, so you better just stay close and hold on
flame in your heart He rode thru night and day On his tireless horse thru the sun and the rain Never deviating from his course And he got to a strange
on Same song, just remixed, different arrangement Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slaveship Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely hold
world that seem strange Word up, holding it down Holding the fort, nigga, you know what I sayin'? All we need is a bunch of red coats coming through Stayin' official on
? We who hold these whips and chains If there's no lock, who needs a key? When did we stop being free? I see things vis-a-vis a sea change Full fathom
ain't fly You ain't fly So go 'head, witcha self Mmmmmm strollin in my Pumas down the avenue Not tokin on a J, not sippin on a brew Saw a soul sister on
well, may we have your report? A strange place this Dirtball is a lot of guns A lot of rich folks spitting on bums A lot of hoodlums These are just
a breath in that land of death, and I hurried on, horror driven With a corpse half hid, that I couldn't get rid, because of a promise given. It was lashed
year 2005 Caution, warning, overload Are you ready on the right? System, overload Ready on the left? Caution, warning, overload Metric bypass computes on
them hoes on the pole Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole Now holla for a dollar, act strange for
a wig on, at 7/11 Disguised like shakespeare with blue chrome behind your ear My george washington robe, I still travel the globe On pan-am airflights