Lyrics:
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off
Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes
As the sound of motorcars fades in the night
The scent grows richer, he knows he must be near,
He finds a long passageway lit by chandelier.
Each step he takes, the perfumes change
From
my cows and turn my stone
Till the big Grand Coullee boys come along
My eyes are crossed, my back's in a cramp
Tryin' to read my Bible by my coal-oil
But she'll just hear that phone keep on ringing
Off the wall, that's all
By the time I make Oklahoma, she'll be sleeping
She'll turn softly, call my
a fire way up on the fourteenth floor
Struck down by the time I was ten by an illness
Which robbed me of the sight of the morning sun
And that ain't all
Higher, higher
Fire
Don't change your style now that you've reached the top
Don't choose your friends by what they've got
Remember beneath
turn and it's all gonna roll your way
Workin' nine to five, what a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by, it's all takin' and no givin'
They just
Oh, I know wanna sound weak
Is lookin' old and time to seek
While the hooker in the doorway
Leaves to turn another cheek
And the jukebox in
Oh, and ringing off the wall
Mama, mama, mama, that's all
And by the time I get to Oklahoma, she'll be sleeping
She'll turn softly in her restless
a call
But she'll just hear that phone keep on ringin'
Off the wall, that's all.
By the time I make Oklahoma she'll be sleepin'
She'll turn softly
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off
Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes
As the sound of motorcars fades in the night
that I can be
Look around and you'll notice that
I'm surrounded by soldiers
Them other niggas can stay away from me
I call them roaches
Them
passes by
Or mentions your name
Stop turning it round on me
Telling me I'm the one
That pushed you far out to sea
Don't turn on your light on me
The golden groves are lined with affluence and roses
But the bagheads down by Central Station are closer to where home is
It can be grim and send
Don’t you turn off my radio
Please don’t turn off my radio
Not with the rope still swinging
While eternity’s mouth is singing
So insect I'm in
have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.
You gotta keep
and oceans roam
into infinity
I stand ready by the shore
to cross the inland sea.
I am going to the west
you say you will not go me
you turn your eyes away
toes
then the trees
deeper into the jungle
and leaves him there
we turn off the tv
never forget that night
never heard you
couldn't sleep
hotel window
Life will slip by
Nothing but time to feel
Turn on the music
Start to the point
I don't wanna be
On this night drive
I would rather be
Anywhere
TRIBE rollin' ? you know what's up
Put down the pencil, pick up a pistol
You turn around again, we won't miss you
The m-i-see to the tribe!
Is a gat
the tension I
Broke him in the head
I let it slide, I let it slip on by
Giving you one last try to kill it with the eye
New day same shit occurred in
by name
Free spirits all turn out the same
The living and the dead
The traffic in your bed
Count it all out
What do you see
The money that you
(Ayy, CZR did the madness though)
Yo, turn
(Flip, flip)
Turn, turn (flip, flip)
How many times am I gonna need cling film
First time I seen
[Originally by Nirvana]
Take a step outside yourself
And turn around
Take a look at who you are
It's pretty scary
So silly
Revolting
You're not much
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