night when I sang for the people of Arles She stood back in the shadows of a ruined arena, her frame in my mind was never too far In the rush that did
baggy with his hand in my shoe? Way too close for me, ah well at least they allowed me through Should be a good night in here, Ramo in the main room People
for sixteen miles by the naked eye, not to mention T.V. The American media, greedier than the average meat eater The seedier the plan the more they gonna
to turn to the folk song, which has become in recent years the particularly fashionable form of idiocy among the self-styled intellectual. we find that people
don't want that kid buying it. Who are the ??? people buying it? Who is the person who's buying this? Who is this dude? I want people ???" "Why don't
in the depths of despair My lifeblood spills over... VII. Grand Finale Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation Attention all Planets
my hand, tell me who's the man? Who's the man with the master plan? Who's the man? Who's the man? Who's the man with the master plan? Who's the man?
[Daz] Dah Dah Dah [Chorus 2x; Hammer [And Daz]] Sleepin on a master plan [Daz; Sleepin on a master plan] When ya sleepin, Yet I'm creepin, Ya see [Daz
haha haha ha oooo [Verse 1] From the moment I met you girl I knew you were for me but their were too many distractions and I just couldn't see, many people
teachers Some labeled her a prodigy, others called her a genius It was amazing the way she could play the violin It made it hard for people to believe
played career Russian Roulette, and never even see me blink or get to bustin' a sweat, people steppin' over people just to rush to the set, just to get
spittin' razors that's outraegeous Smoking moaches is hopeless We want lazy sofas and sculptures Lady chauffers who fuck us Full house and royal flushes Roll with the rush
[James Nichols from Bowling for Columbine] Them people, law enforcement, if you want to call them that were here and they were shaking in their shoes.
the border of Bolivia, working for pennies Treated like a slave, the coke fields have to be ready The spirit of my people is starving, broken and sweaty
man Kool Nick Understand, he's my man with the plan We come to parties with the possies, just to gain some fans The posse is strong, the lines are long People
we were moonshine rushing down the throat of a giraffe yes, rushing down the long hallway despite what the p.a. announcement says yes, rushing down
were our plans flicker out with goodbye... Am I the last to know? Your eyes are cold but my tears are warm, Why do people like you hurt people like
all the hip-hop dead. (Hook) People, I want you to hunger and want the truth. If there's no want in you, I've got a song for you. People I want