We must fight the good fight changing wrongs to rights. Like Malcolm X - kissed off his slave name, kissed off his master's god,
Autumn s come And the leaves are lookin brown and dry. Sun swings low, A fruit resists the thirsty ground. Uselessly, I try to coax a cloud or two. Searchin
Soup Du Jour - righteous conviction men on a mission deadly tradition hospice condition Heat's risin' daily, we're runnin' out of jive.
I was born lucky, got to be that jupiter trine. Fate s baddest angels crackin up at all of my lies. Curled on my carpet, I bank and I glide. The ultimate
Lies, lies. Pile 'em up to the sky. Stuff yer smile at the roadkill pile. Schools out for the "Wally & Beave", 'cause surfs up at
You let me slide, baby, on a sheet of thin ice. Askin' no questions and receiving no lies. You speak to me in parables, you manufacture truth -
Too many believe In some 'master plan' 'cause it's hard to accept What's not shapen by hand. But here, under the sun, Where events can't be undone; Once
I ve been pounding The same beat So long my feet Engraved the street. Have a cigar! Have a cigar! A nice cigar - A thick cigar. Said I know of what
Trapped inside my body. Trapped inside my time. I try to talk, but words collide. I want to fly, but I can hardly walk. Backed into a corner. Smacked
That's the way it begins - you try to behave, yeah, you try to fit in. But when you rise and stand you find a lock-step march - no room
Woke up scared in the middle of the night and jump-sprung bolt upright. Tried to rise from the sweat of the bed, but fell back into my head.
Traducció: Gone Jackals. Wild Hair.
Traducció: Gone Jackals. Bustin A Move.