Witness to a crime but I lost track of the times violence against women against half of humankind meshed with our culture part of our civilization ground
(music: r. graber/s.macdonald lyrics: s.macdonald) Can I get a witness To your constant pain Hear you're spinning downwards Thought you were the same
You're sorry now And you'll change somehow And I am what you need to get out I don't wanna be I don't wanna be I don't wanna be a witness No, I don'
Across the desert of the burning dark A darkness which illuminates you There's a place, you've always wanted to be Whose pleasures always did escape you
Thought, thought, thought Thought I had a witness C'mon, c'mon, c'mon Thought I had a witness C'mon, c'mon, c'mon Thought I had a witness to this crime
My true love drowned In a dirty old pan of oil That did run from the block Of a Falcon sedan 1969 The paper said '75 There were no survivors None found
Corcovado parted the sky And through the darkness on us He shined Crucified in stone, still His blood is my own Glory behold, all my eyes have seen, have
Well, well, well Well, well Well, well, well Taskmaster burst the bionic zit splitter Breakneck speed we drown ten pints of bitter We lean all day and
Busta Rhymes in the place ya'll Let me tell ya a little something Yeah, alright Busta 1995, this year I want One of them crazy, sexy, cool women Ya know
As the rhyme design Finds it's way into your mind I'll recline while you soak up the next line Lyrical son, loaded gun Knocking out teeth You got beef
I'm standing outside your window, baby And there you are Another year, another candle's burning For the party girl No one even knows that you're there
I cannot read minds and its taking its toll I might leave in an ambulance but I will leave in control And they wont recognise me, not one single one of
I've got a car picking me up I don't know where its going It's not something I labour on I'm a follower There is a place we can go now Knock on the door
Weird laws and strangers Put the fear of god in me I'm building this boat to cross the sea I'm building this boat to cross the sea There's holes in holes
Sunrise, sunset, Twenty hour car ride We're down south and it's gonna be a hard night We got the Pharcyde playing in the tape deck Going to Chicago where
Come on, clap your hands Chorus: Clap your hands All ye people clap your hands If you really wanna take a stand Clap your hands That is what I want you
Its strange the way they make you close one eye Before they let the clearest signal pass you by But I believe everything I read And every line there is
Bless its soul, you followed me home And I didn't want, I didn't want, I didn't want to know But I bet that I keep it, I cannot say no And if it wont