Half cocked and fully loaded Not even trying to sugar coat it You're aimed to me but you're shootin' blanks And it doesn't hurt, thanks but no thanks
I'm sick of the state we're in And every little thread is wearing thin I've been livin' life in the slow lane But something's got to change What time
So what were you expecting Every song has a perfect ending But that's not good enough Not good enough for you I thought you opened up your gates You
I'm not obsessed, I could care less I just want to get you undressed The less you talk, the more you say Don't let words get in the way It's so hard
She knows three years was too long to keep waitin' But somehow she was hopin' she would change him Still all his words turned to dust And who can survive
All rise, order in the court The honorable judge muthafuckin' Too Short Presidin' over Superior Players Court First case is the State vs. Fate Wilson
If the fish swam out of the ocean And grew legs and they started walking And the apes climbed down from the trees And grew tall and they started talking
[Chorus] Though the spot ? light, Is not for me, I close my eyes and imagine I'm home, I miss the days, when, life was simple, But if I never tried to
People steal, they cheat and lie For wealth and what it will buy But don't they know on the judgment day That gold and silver will melt away I'd rather
He has a powerful weapon He charges a million a shot An assassin that's second to none The man with the golden gun Lurking in some darkened doorway Or
Night and day, day and night I do my best to do things right Never meant to ever hurt nobody If I should in some small way Ever rain on your parade I
Golden country your face is so red With all of your money your poor can be fed You strut around and you flirt with disaster And never really carin' just
Music and occasional interruptments of Blake singing.
Who's a friend to the King of all the monkey's? Who's a pal to the duck who won't fly south? Who's the buddy of the Bible Quoting Aardvark? Who's the
I don't want your lonely mansion With a tear in every room I just want the love you promised Beneath the halo'd moon But you think I should be happy
All the gold in California is in a bank in the middle of Beverly Hills In somebody else's name, so if you're dreaming about California It don't matter
Sittin' here, eatin' my heart out waitin' Waitin' for some lover to call Dialed about a thousand numbers lately Almost rang the phone off the wall Lookin