Talking is the one thing that you can do best. You told the cavity creeps to watch out for Crest…
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Talking is the one thing that you can do best. You told the cavity creeps to watch out for Crest…
Hey, waitress, pour me another cup of coffee. Pop it down, jack me up, shoot me out, flyin’ down the highway…
You’ve been with the professors and they’ve all liked your looks. With great lawyers, you have discussed lepers and crooks…
He rocks in the treetop all the day long, hoppin’ and a-boppin’ and a-singin’ his song. All the little birds on Jay Bird Street, love to hear the robin go tweet-tweet-tweet…
Just move yourself and glide like a 747…
Got on board a westbound 747, didn’t think before deciding what to do…
Are your blankets soft and warm? Does the roof above you keep out the storms? Can you save someone еlse from being cold? Spread it around, do…
Could it be thеre’s no heaven for me? The only difference in my life and hell are the flames…
Who’s that in that nasty car? Who’s that eatin’ that nasty food? Who’s jammin’ to my nasty groove? Ladies?
So this guy comes up to me, his face red like a rose on a thorn bush. Like all the colours of a royal flush. And he’s peelin’ off those dollar bills, slappin’ ’em down: one hundred, two hundred…
Pour up (drank), head shot (drank). Sit down (drank), stand up (drank). Pass out (drank), wake up (drank). Faded (drank), faded (drank)…
I cheated myself, Like I knew I would. I told you I was trouble. You know that I’m no good…
They were born, and then they lived, and then they died. Seems so unfair, I want to cry…
My job ain’t a job, it’s a damn good time. City to city, I’m running my rhymes. On location, touring around the nation. Beastie Boys always on vacation…
And now you find yourself in Eighty Two, the disco hot spots hold no charm for you. You can concern yourself with bigger things, you catch a pearl and ride the dragon’s wings…
He’ll get the girl ’cause he looks so fine. He’s gonna win her every time. He knows he will, he’s out there still, he’s a night owl…
Surrounded by losers, misfits and boozers. Hanging by your fingernails. You made one mistake. You got burned at the stake…
Running scared, I was there. I remember it all too well…
I must go punch that baby…
Lost in the tunnel and the tunnel’s getting funneled. Like the sewage in the plumbing, ’cause we left the fucking water running…
Trust me, I have magical foresight. You gon’ see me sleepin’ in courtside. You gon’ see me eatin’ ten more times…
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions. And rainbows have nothing to hide…
You know the song by Phil Collins, “In the Air of the Night” about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drownin’ but didn’t, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?
Well, I hear you went up to Saratoga and your horse naturally won. Then you flew your Learjet up to Nova Scotia, to see the total eclipse of the sun…
So, so you think you can tell. Heaven from hell? Blue skies from pain? Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?