Laulunsanoja:
Al Wilson

ol boys? *guns cocked* [E] The who? [B] You know who they are, awright *blam blam, blam* [B] Ay what about Pete Wilson? (Whassup) That Pete Wilson motherfucker

How is this sound To sit there with desire Let's take it down town To your favorite spot Don't try to hide your smile Let's go out The way we always do

Open up, open up, open your eyes It's time, it's time, it's time to rise Okay, let's take it slow You ain't got no place to go I cried a million tears

I can hear so much in your sighs And I can see so much in your eyes There are words we both could say But don't talk, put your head on my shoulder Come

If I gave you the time that you need to survive, Do you promise me you'd make it out alive? You don't have to say yes Just please confess; we're better

Sometimes we fight 'Bout who's wrong and right And stay up all night And sometimes we drink And say hurtful things That we don't mean Pre Chorus Yeah

(Tom Waits/Joseph Meyer, Al Jolson and Buddy G. De Sylva) jack was sittin poker faced with bullets backed with bitches neal hunched at the wheel puttin

Jakes Madam C.J. Walker, Bishop Noel Jones Moms Mabley, Reverend Blake Scott Aretha Franklin, Reverend Jamal Bryant Dorothy Dandridge, Richard Pryor Lena Horn, Samuel Jackson Nancy Wilson

Mongol steppe when at his height I's a White Guard, I's a White Guard, I's the Tsar's own palace horse guard When Nicholas was martyred in the night I knew Salah al