Lyrics:
Call me up to Your side
Draw me up to Your light
Let it blind me
Lord, refine me
Refine me out of my mind
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter
Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went
Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight,
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
one day
At the newsboy on Broadway
He was the same man inside
He had just come a long way
He told me all this so I
Could tell them all someday why
It's
I saw the jean newsboy cap
And yo body flaunting sin out the back
You'd be the one if I ever slide the at
Would I be cramping with yo whole
I know the local newsboy and he
Stutters all the time
It's you and me and the devil on the screen
Looking for a normal life
There's a family
the light will bring to all a harvest
Good and plenty but for those who don't
Don't believe it, their life will still
Will still be empty
Taste and see that
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
Out in the square, a man in a raincoat
Standing there
We met by the land where the newsboy cries
He stole my heart with his laughing eyes
We smiled
over it
No sober shit (?)
Y'all ho told me come over here
So guess what nigga it's over with
And it's over with
Fresh out the wave pool, my niggas
that seeks
Us out the most
It is older than the oldest speech of Rome
This is the tragic accent of the scene
And you it is you that
Speak it, without
Let's get it started in here, yeah
(And the bass keeps runnin', runnin', and runnin', runnin')
Come on y'all, let's get coo-koo, uh-huh, let's get
Let's get it started in here, yeah
(And the bass keeps runnin', runnin', and runnin', runnin')
Come on y'all, let's get coo-koo, uh-huh, let's get
Let's get it started in here, yeah
(And the bass keeps runnin', runnin', and runnin', runnin')
Come on y'all, let's get coo-koo, uh-huh, let's get
are you so strong?
Stranger things have happened
We all have nightmares
But some follow us into day
With all the lights out
And all the doors
the parade drum
Hit all the bars
I want the moon and stars
I'm gonna take you, New York
I'll make it happen
I'm on the Garbos
I'm drinking Mahattans
And I
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
it's burned out, turn it till it's turned out
Actin' up from north, west, east, south
Everybody, yeah, everybody, yeah
Let's get into it, yeah, get
the stretch long nose ready to blow
It's time to decongest i keep a pistol
I shoot you and the bitch eatin' witchu
You come out the mall
I'm hidin' under ya car
the infant.
Wise Man 2: We must pay homage to him.
Mandy: Homage!! You're all drunk you are. It's disgusting.
Out, out!
Wise Man 3: No, no.
harmed by
What I've said? What moral defection
Have I suggested? No, i
Don't want to chicken out now come on, pal
The clock's running
All right, then
now come and see what I'mma do
It's Twista the Jason of rap on the track
And I hit you with the Midwest flow
Even if you ain't ready yet, all I gotta
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