It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion It's an everlasting, it's a ghetto blasting On the wonder wheel I let my thunder peel I made an effort
I come home late at night On the floor to turn you on I check for tint and Technicolor 'Cause after you there is no other Your brown hair is my connection
I'm gonna get up in the morning I believe I'll dust my broom I'm gonna get up in the morning I believe I'll dust my broom Well my best gal, I'll be loving
I close my eyes only for a moment And the moment's gone All my dreams Pass before my eyes, a curiosity Dust in the wind All we are is dust in the wind
All we are is dust All we are is dust in the wind I close my eyes Only for a moment, then the moment's gone All my dreams Pass before my eyes, a curiosity
What has been done to you has been done for a reason From where I'm stood, the view reminds me of home A promise is made in good faith, it means everything
Splash down in the silver screen Into a deep dramatic scene I swim through the theater Or maybe I'm just a dreamer Like a kite in the bright midday Wonder
I went into a home one day just to see some friends of mine Of all their books and magazines, not a Bible could I find I asked them for the Bible when
I'm drinkin' again Thinkin' of when You left me That happened once so long ago I've been havin' a few And wishin' that you Were right here by my side
Dust on the Bible, dust on the holy word The words of all the prophets and the sayings of our Lord Of all the other books, you'll find, there's none salvation
I smoke, I drink B-Doctor, let's welcome 'em to the Vault baby Do it big nigga, do it big nigga Do it big nigga, stupid ass nigga I smoke, I drank (Yea
Dust on the window The sun's darkened angle Write your initials with mine At this time tomorrow I'll be just one day closer One sunset further behind
Wasted thoughts of you Desperate prayers to you Give me back my mind I'm empty inside What have I become? Everything's undone A candle burns here in your
a fist through the wall never solved anything it just worried mom just like the bullets down the barrel of growing up this must be home where mothers
Woah, shoot Oh yeah Why don't you shoot? Yeah, shoot, oh yeah Indian Billy simple sin scratches across my Skin, skin, skin, skin, skin, skin Soft gravel
Peel me a grape, crush me some ice Skin me a peach, save the fuzz for my pillow Start me a smoke, talk to me nice You got to wine me and dine me Don&
I speak can you speak? I move can you move? The day's a long time ago Petticoat and high-buttoned shoes You turn up on a Sunday Beside old slogan pins
Kingsley Mole sat high on a windy knoll, his eyes consuming the silent midnight woods. He nuzzled his long molish snout deep inside the heart of a marigold