Far from the arms of hunger Far from the world disorder Beyond the reach of warfare Blinded by faith no longer No longer free to plunder No longer safe
Was replaced by another Dried cow puss and rubber And now a hunger still thrives A hunger that I've never satisfied I'm fumbling through life From hunger
Tercüme: Todd Rundgren. Açlık YTL.
fire The city feeds the flame Summer in the city, sweet girl Summer in the city Summer in the city, sweet girl Summer in the city My body aches so sensuously tonight A summer hunger
Earth I'm bringing gravity back Adopted by the major I want my family back People work hard just to get all their salary taxed Look, I'm just a writer from
Lyrics to Rockin' Round The Christmas Tree : Rockin' around the Christmas tree At the Christmas party hop, Mistletoe hung where you can see, Every
of where we from, homie And that's the reason why, I could never play for me Tell 'em the truth is what my dead homies told me Ooh yeah, I take inspiration from
wrap it up so you don't wind up dead like mamma said Just like mamma said and my mamma said She likes them nice and young She likes them fresh and hung
hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
trouble They ain't got nothing on her Can't even fight her hunger She a get it girl, watch her do her thang What she's got, she got from her mother
started to rain Since I heard you laugh Since I felt your pain I was too young, you were much younger We were afraid of each other's hunger I have
you baby Claiming you a bad b*tch, show me baby I'm a wild boy You tryin'a tame me, baby To the where I get it from the house Can you keep me faithful
a stoner, a zoner but nah it's never over... (Mickey what you mean) I stick my tongue out sippin Remy conceited of I'm teasing every bum out Hung out with celebrities from
And my gangsta ways They hung off they guns And made it to the grave Cause I?m a gangsta Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit, I be on my, I be on my G shit,
before any of my dreams are fulfilled Die before I really start livin out my plans Die before I see my son grow into a man Die before my niggas come home from
on my feet help me balance out well that and the sh-t I used to balance on the scale I got it honest from the parties from my momma's Virgin Mary's try