the sky To look for a good land hand in hand. Sky people, that's what we are, Sky people, that's what we are, Sky people, that's what we are, Sky people
long for freedom, for freedom You're free but in your mind, your freedom's in a bind Oh make it rain, ain't a thang and the sky to fall (The silver
no camera Ride the short bus And I'm boomin' and I'm bunkin' Hit the classroom and you know I'm flunkin' Tropicana Chevy orange sord of like a pumpkin
God and His only Son Paid a courtesy call on Earth, one Sunday morning Orange blossoms opened their fragrant lips Songbirds sang from the tips of Cottonwoods
Along the way the colors ran The orange bled the blue Found a rug in an old junk shop I brought it home to you Along the way the colors ran The orange
garden hose and a color tv I've got time on my hands I've got time on my hands Nobody cares what I do Long ago things to do I've got a burnt orange peel
up at the sky Fella, don't be afraid to look up at the sky My nigga, don't be afraid to look up at the sky Fellas, don't be afraid to look up at the sky
I'm standing with you on your roof Looking at the chemical sky All purple blue and oranges Some pigeons flying by The traffic on canal street's so noisy
Sam was lyin' in the jungle Agent orange spread against the sky like marmalade Hendrix played on some foreign jukebox They were praying to be saved Those
That light up these island nights Orange eclipse, I can taste your lips In the citrus afternoon If you can fly, don't stop at the sky 'Cause there's
flares That light up these island nights LIGHTS: Orange eclipse, I can taste your lips In the citrus afternoon ADAM: If you can fly, don't stop at the sky
Where once had been their crops And the great birds swarm Spread their wings overhead And his mother dead And the typhoons and the rain The jungles in flames And the orange
box of Krispy Kremes, in my need-to-know post just outside Area 51 contemplating the whole chosen people thing when just then a flaming, stealth banana split the sky
were lonely and out of place You were looking down on me lost out in space We laid underneath the stars, strung out and feeling brave I watched the red orange
t catch a bitch like na na rollin' in 'em Small thing, bitch we own things Give a fuck if my ice colors orange or sky blue I fuck with you (Tramp, tramp
The brown and orange sky holds its breath As the sun retreats to the distant horizon And our hearts palpitate anxiously as we soon will lay supine And
sapphire fountains Chessboard lawns bible black and white The pink and blue trees are incredibly bright An orange sunset painted on the sky Take my hand
tracks fresh on the ground Where she will be found Held under the water Resting there in a stream View from the cold water Buried in green, orange filter sky