Lyrics:
seconds that last for many years
Sounds will fade to an itch inside your ear?
As I climb to the top
Of my telling tree I see the city stop
I call out I
Cornelius - was favored by God
He prayed to him constantly, daily
Oh, Cornelius was in the army
A pagan believer from Rome
Cornelius! An angel from
Well they flash
Those half-knowing smiles
As they pass
Heroic profiles
Like they're in some book by Ayn Rand
Always working, always tanned
So
'round with mirrors on the tops of my shoes/
So, don't get lazy, ma - I can tell if it's bushy/
Now, Peeping Tom's a pussy, no need to hide or be pushy/
By this time, you'll be sitting on top of the world
In your overcoat, all studded with pearls
You might be drinking good wine
Some real good wine
to this never ending saga
Fascinated by cash cars, and clothes just like our papa
Taking mo' gambles than Pac did, in pursuit of the dolla
On the verge
on the open high way
Drop the top on a friday night
The radio plays the sound track to my life
We were young
So afraid of what we might become
Tryin'
To slow ya down and be drug free
With kenneth cole boots and sean john suits
And execution that top of the roof
Who got the juice
Show me some proof
off the top and represent my dog
DJ Screw you know that I miss you mayn, so every chance I get I gotta mob
Never thought I'd be doing this song, but
leg broken
Home, choken by roast a deli slogans
To once, quick to get guns I blow ya open
I'm from the L's of the Murderville
Where we possess
Suffice my need to kill
Electro surgery
Psychophiliac's will
Fragile soul - ignored by peace
Effective search for pain
Furious breath - smell abuse
Self -
Country dirt roads
This walk is not the same without you
Right here
By me
The twig I trip over is you
Over this bridge
The memories
temple now
Ten mile walk yeah
We're on top of it all y'all
We
In the downhill neighbor's backyard
Watching me from the roof is the stranded ball
A simple garden, with acres of sky
A brown-haired dogmouse
If one dropped by
Yellow Delanie would sleep well at night
With everything emptying into
This song is definitely one of the 'filler' tracks on the album. Never played in concert (that I can remember) and hardly ever mentioned by anyone.
in and close
You bottom ???
Your jealous
Cause I'm doin it rockin these shows
Suppose the game changed
It still I would maintain
Hustling off top
knew it all was the same teenager in n out of
Juvenile hall, I remember being chased by the cops replaced my lunch money with a
Sack in my sock, I
In my life it's clear to see
I'm stronger when they stand by me
The more I live the more I find
That it's an art to speak your mind
And have people
the life I live
So can I live? that's my question, can I?
I shed blood, sweat and tears, been on this grind for years
I'm at the top of the charts, no
the faces of children / not yet washed away / by acid tears / so just turn around and fly away / because I will send you back to heaven / with broken wings /
At night we plant bones
In the dark as you children sleep
You should know by now
There is always something moving
Under your feet
Black water
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
judge me by what I do
'Cause baby, you know, you want to hit it too
Shit, you know they all want to hit it
Yeah, they're just talking shit 'cause they
for a while,
And crushed to the deepest hole,
longing to stay for a while.
Can't you hear me anybody?
Over the edge, over the top
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