Lyrics:
When you're lying on your back under the foot of brutality
And gagging on the stockpile of junk
Left by past generations and apathetic mentality
these lovеly ladies who
Made us feel alright
In the company of mеn we drank some whiskey
Rum and gin but that's the wrong solution if
With ladies you want
Ebinom si rap no m3 shorti one day
) mo si me flow no y3 one way
But i know s3 meko asore Sundays
Nti onyame blessi me
) tanfo e nfa meho adwen nhy3
[Verse 1]
Abi been through some crap
But I'm back in full engenace
I'm ready to explode
Been by myself and it freaking killed me inside
But I'm
worked with,
you're my first call and that's no trip.
Let's do lunch. the checks in the mail,
our accountant's out sick but what the hell.
Some
a soldier, forever changed by all I'd seen
All leading up, holy war that was nothing to do with me
Yea some nights I'm in my broken sleep
Times of weakness
I got drunk by myself last night
they say it's no way to make things right
I just didn't have anything better to do.
The dog was asleep
Whatever happened to childhood?
We're all scared of the kids in our neighborhood
They're not small, charming and harmless
They're a violent bunch
//verse//
One little Christmas tree was standing alone
Waiting for someone to come by
One little Christmas tree that never had grown
Cried as he
tonight.
Close up: Benjamin Coffin the third. Our ex-
roommate who married Alison Grey, of the Westport
Greys - then bought the building, in hopes
It's one small step for man
One giant leap for mankind
Picnic lunch
Napkin sketch
Gonna build a rocket ship
South LA to the Milky Way
It's gonna be
Like an angel you came
Down from the clouds
Now I know what unconditional
Love is all about
The way you look up
To me makes me so proud
winna
Hello, honey, how was your day
Well, you're sure in a good mood tonight
Oh, by the way, I was downtown this afternoon
And I saw the most amazing
out to Federal Express
And Western Union for life without any stress
AZ by way of Concord, you knew that drop was in
All systems clear, Charlie
labeled all american mom bright and early Monday =
Morning on her way gotta work got to get some money saved sipping =
Coffee, sorting boxes, and her fate
'cause my package 'bout to land
Don't let this pussy get in
The way of that bread
You can run with me, just don't start walkin'
They get you in that room,
on the grill
I've got a license to drive, I've got a license to kill
Cruising down main street on a Saturday night
See some small town muscle head out looking
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