this fear there may come light Stretch me out over this divide Make a wish on a silver sun When it comes, it comes Make a wish on a silver sun A day
summer The ecstasy's still in my spine Coat check, I couldn't remember Walked into the winter Came out on the other side And in the south, the sun is
, club heads voguing Journalists looking at the billboard slogan Number one rap records of the year "treat 'em" From jack the rapper to the south
before her, do you know what I mean? I think I fell from the sky when she told me she needs me We were so happy like a couple on the silver screen Please
't pass me up I used to ask for a sip of your syrup I used to never walk around with the white cup Now I eat eighteen steaks, on silver plates Girls fanin
nobody knows and the sun goes down and the streetlights glow. We rolled through the city in a bucket of rust with the punk rock south day girls screaming
John Wilkes Booth was a southern man Born of an actor in Maryland Bound for fortune on a gas-lit stage Bound to die at a tender age Washington to Baltimore
t wanna be here tomorrow I know that we all want some change What are we waiting for? Let?s just get away! Before it gets too late and the sun goes down
and the earth recedes Several hours out, 20 minutes south of Bermuda The communication's gone, something has to be so wrong And it must be Jesus calling The silver
of gold, If you do the job, Loyal to the mob, You'll be sorted and rewarded, south of France, in the sun But if you pay your debt, you won't be dead
just like a super-nova I could walk like brando right into the sun, an' dance just like a casanova With my black-jack and jacket and my hair slicked sweet Silver
prisoners Inside the free Set them free Set them free A prize fighter in a corner is told Hit where it hurts Silver and gold Silver and gold Yeah, silver
wouldn`t pass me up I used to ask for a sip of your syrup I used to never walk around with the white cup Now I eat eighteen steaks, on silver plates
around, ooh ooh around Don't tie him down, he wants to run Give him the sun. Don't tie him down, he wants to run Give him the sun. And if you see -
? like carbon dioxide you messing with the chemicals, warfare different stars in the atmospheres like haley's comet computers that will make you vomit change the earth south
eight Who should I spy but the Spanish lady Brushing her hair in the broad daylight First she brushed it, then she tossed it On her lap was a silver
silver comb In all my life I ne'er did see A maid so fair as the spanish lady (chorus) As I went back through dublin city As the sun began to set
