am home Been away far too long, thought of you with every song Every song I sang, I sang for you It's gonna take a little time, gonna take a little concentration
with Lucy And no one seems to have a cure A demon lives inside of Lucy I think I know for sure I remember Lucy A little girl lost in a greedy world Oh
labyrinth Where you can make your deals and drink your absinthe? Dream dealing, soul stealing, mercenary Cold like a razor, incendiary Karma's a bitch
Sitting here in my electric chair I've got a lot on my mind I see you through the mirror Got me hypnotized What's wrong with me, has got a lot to do
no, 'cause I need it, you see It's a good thing Talking about a good thing, yeah It's a good thing Nothing but a good thing, yeah It's a good thing
's all right, yeah all right You can make a difference with a single word, I think you heard That I'm the man in the moon, that I'm the man in the moon
could teach a boy a thing or two Just grab an ankle and you can make a wish And she can fly you to the moon Sweet Sally Seagull was a gypsy and a tramp
it all worked out Some one comes and turns it over Turns it upside down I ride these city streets at night Sometimes I do things that ain't right A
dead In the spider's web I've been feeling a little weird Can't hold back all these lonely tears I've been feeling a little weird Can't hold back all
There's no way I could ever let you go Once I thought we'd last forever Had the strength to keep it all together With a little understanding Could have been a
Vertimas: LA Guns. Man In The Moon.
two hooters a piece I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon Before I left the premise,
each jaw In the millenium, war against Palestinians A century is done, plenty of guns Plenty of bombs, many shall come And my name, a homeless man ridin' a
've found a star, [what's deal god, I heard you got some] I've found a star, [bad news about killah priest, ya know] I've found a star, [out here, right
, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin' a shit My style
I'ma, rock them dickies, Air Force Ones Til the, feds come get me air out guns From the, P H I L L Y, to the, L B C to C P T, uh This for my niggas
it in I'm in the back where it's dark as hell Shit you know me, VIP, nigga spark the L And I come to roll a ounce or more, bounce wit whores Shit all
