Well I'm sitting here this evening I've got some old friends on my mind, yeah I do Yeah, me and Slick and Davy saluting Mr. Daniels For the very first
A verdict heard by the jury's word...they're lying I watch as the victims of the slave ships battle with the demons inside But no wrong ever righted
Lately I can tell that something ain't right I don't see the fire when I look in your eyes One time up, and the next time down This may be the last time
On a cold night in a hotel in New Orleans came the final blow And somehow somewhere we lost sight in our search for that pot of gold And all that happened
Living off the friends we made Never ever getting paid Kicking ass and paying dues Lose our mind in self abuse Loving ladies by the score Waking up
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Listen up, child, there's one thing I've got to make clear Yeah, I do You don't see it coming hear it coming Acting like you know nothing About that