We have poison in our pockets We have hatred in our hearts And as the bombs fly overhead We dance 'till we see red And we're becoming shadows And we'
Honey I just can't get around it anymore You make me feel like home is where you are And baby I just can't run around it every morn?n It?s time that
Ven a ver donde vivo Septimo sin ascensor No caben dos Aqui no hay sitio Ya lo ves telaranas en el bano Ya lo ves Que no llego a fin de mes Ya lo ves
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There ?s a righteous fool among the weak Where a fallen man is bitter sweet And with his soul he deficates Into this world he filled with hate All your
I never had a pocket full of money, I never had a ruby red ring, All I ever had was you, babe, To sit and listen to me sing. I've got those blues, Those
I've got too many pockets on my shirt Too many choices and it's only getting worse Too many things that I could do today Too many stops along the way
[INTRO: Vast Aire & Aesop conversing] Yo, (Alright Ok) Can I get a quarter or something? Little hungry, you know what I'm saying? (Alright Ok) Homeless
All these politics, it's deception Falling on America's weak They say we're keeping ourselves down We sold out on half ass trailer park dreams So now
You're lining your pockets For no other reason Than to buy up the things That I gave without reasonable pay Well hello my old friend You know I've been
here and now our choices here are growing thin, as children grow they grow with what they see in these times where paranioa closes in power and hate a
I wish my baby had deep pockets So we could run around Spendin' all her money Paintin' up the town I wish my baby had deep pockets I'd love life everyday
I will be your pockets Built to hold all of your stuff Your magazine, your vaseline I?ll hold your brand new powder buff I will be the cigarette
at the time of his assassination: two pairs of spectacles, a lens polisher, a pocket knife, a watch fob, a linen handkerchief, a brown leather wallet
Drunk at the bar, at last, last call My baby is home on her night off So I?m involved in a serious talk With a girl I had known growing up So we buy a
By now you know that I never arrived I was too tired to move I was gonna invent an elaborate excuse But I'm tired of them too Little pockets of air
Cruising down the boulevard tonight and these streets lights and these street signs They ring in the back of my head You know we do it best Take these
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