Old and bent, Marcher souvent sur les villes

(S. Silverstein/D. Locorriere) Ummm, you're so fine When he was elected, o'er his country to preside On a cold death bed

but it's your heart, not mine, that's scarred.
Hat noch a poar Platzerln frei!
And the blues are at my door
You'll come out of it all in time, I'm sure
Village chorus:
Can't you hear them sigh out your name?
Won't have to go to school
In this old town
Time to give them something fun
How can I complain to infinity? What'll I explain to infinity?
Oh, and why do you think I go
do you love me still.
Dreams are coming on x2
'I want to know you now...
*Sssss*
"I am your friend"
and weary, he can't bear to face her. Passing a backstreet bar, he's
Am I lyin', Ren ? [MC Ren: Man, you know you're witty]
And I watch you in the florescent glare
I can't turn it loose
The a.k.a., the P the M the D
headed for the airport, wait I see a road block
Yo, I pass P the microphone
And to be alive
So we grew up mean lean
(Oh man I'm sick of these bitches)
Interrogate the new real world
A psychological impulse twisting around inside