(feat. Peter Doherty) Their way Forces your hand There was no way to tell you I just hoped you'd understand I was waiting for you Alone with that boy
No to the people - they kiss alike no to the people - they touch alike we look too good together good together and i never never never no i never never
What you wanna come back here for? Thought you're with your uptown friends Don't need none of your junkie business You gonna screw us up again Get your
Pushing thru the market square, so many mothers sighing News had just come over, we had five years left to cry in News guy wept and told us, earth was
Little Billy was the fattest kid in his class Always the last in line All the other little kids would laugh at him Said, he'd die before his time Ha,
nobody botherin' you All I'm thinkin' 'bout is clobberin' you Immigration always sayin' I'm harborin' a few Illegal aliens, females, mostly Latins an' Israeli-ans
passin' us by We keep a looking for things that we can't find ans keep on wondering why Everybody I know... [ harmonica ] Well we can't afford just to take a little
branch that broke off what will become of me? dear mom, I'm lying here in this queen sized bed. I'm thinking back to all the stories you read to me T those little
O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see the lie! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by; Yet in thy dark streets shineth The
?s on My man right or wrong That aint the point the point I pointing crawns So I point if he right I point it if he wrong These little rappers being
Of bad bulrushes There was An old castle With long curtains In the water) Dans le chA?teau Y'avait bozo Le fils du matelot MaA®tre céans De
Tout comme son pere Le petit Jean-Pierre Etait un fan Un fan de Superman Just like his father The little Jean-Pierre Was a fan A fan of Superman
a picture We real niggas C-murder Just a little a ghetto boy A motherfucking miller boy, killer boy Put that pistol in a pillow boy Ans smoke you and
two what is this The five foot assassin' with the ruff neck business I float like gravity, never had a cavity Got more rhymes than the Win ans got family
when I begin to... They say, "who's the little... ...Goin' 'pong' instead of... [AL] ...Dance. ...Pants. ...Wing. ...Chirp. ...Twerp ...Ping. And when Christmas comes ans
Ici c'est dix-huit ans et plus et les ames sensibles interdites Ultra VIP, soiree contre sens a l'ethique C'est le corps de la femme, a l'honneur ce soir
blood and piss and guilt Voices have been silenced, but they belong to anyone And these little junk creatures made from rags and bones And these little
tour du monde Avec ton petit air qui souffle sur juillet Je fais le tour du monde With your clear eyes that heat up january I go around the world With your little
