I was a boy lost inside a man Somewhere, somebody must need me Look in the mirror, I see a face Oh, man, things get lonely You showed me something I
The hands of time have spoken for the chosen ones cold steel glistens in the dawning sun; (It's) destiny and claidemaugh that embraces me All here to
Six months isn't very long to find yourself in this scene We are blinded by uncertainty Image means everything, not what you hold true The distance between
Un dia de tantos me sentí muy mal y decidí que me iba a suicidar Iba como loco Iba como loco Bajo las ruedas me quise tirar y el metro
Well I pulled outta Pittsburgh a rollin' down that Eastern Sea board I got my diesel wound up and she's runnin' like a never before There's a speed zone
Yo, 'manda, come on Where are you livin'? What planet do you come from? Is their TV, email or a telephone line? Do you have friends Or family to warn
Freedom seekers running at the speed of sound Black top rangers workin? hard to keep you down Demon speeders tear across the land Move in to high gear
all alone again, the phone forgot to ring even if it did, i doubt it would be for me bedside table photographs of you, half smoked cigarettes remember
Playground, homeland A countryside to save Blue skies, airspace Soldiers to raise And sacrifice Strong armed Christians Oiled up and fed Safe as houses
Two in a row, everybody knows At the green light you rev it on the red line Been waitin' all week to get my wheels on the street Get my hands on the wheel
There's a cold wind from Alberta that carries me on down, From Greenbay to the Port shore this rig is homeward bound. Nothings gonna stop me from
88.5 Chicago. Yeah. I shoot the gift on the radio station 88.5 WHPK was the only station that would fuck with rap 88.5 Chicago. On the radio station.
Un dia de tanto me senti muy mal Y decidi que me iba a suicidad Iba como loco Iba como loco Bajo las ruedas me quise tirar Y el metro no acababa de llegar
Red Line Relaying On Time In A New World Of Light Against The Earth Nothing Is False Going Down , Down , Down Take Time It?s A Piece Of My Mind Who
There's a cold wind from Alberta that carries me on down, From Greenbay to the Port shore this rig is homeward bound. Nothings gonna stop me from that
I see you're not wearing your red cap anymore Well I heard someone say you thought it was getting too small Well, I wish I knew how to alter it But I
I'm not conceited but i need it and i get it why? Maybe I'm greedy but its too late and its dead tonight Maybe it will never be ok, and this pill i cannot