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翻訳: ベント. 湖で.
house where my father died Won't catch his spirit in a candle On or alive in it's guttering glow And death comes through these streets like a scandal Bent
Did I mention long Ohhh, "What the fuck is going on?" Your body banging ma' I got to take you home Cool lets break, to the house on the lake Man this
start of something bigger Bigger than the sky at night in your big backyard When your parents were gone and we were drinking a cask Getting bent in Lake
to Hear me, pay attention, put your shoes on Yo, my team be bellyaching hungry niggaz on the swarm again Pirahna niggaz bite dick, yo Son, it's on again
My Christ, who art Lord Hold me down again Knee bent and head held low Eyes closed against my foe In prayer I sing on low Answers to my last call Oh
cross conjoined there on my arm look there There I have understood very well.) Now you are all fading All fading As my age creeps on As This Age stumbles on
truth almost everyday Phone calls at night ?it?s going to be ok? Are you saddened baby under the bridge? Are you saddened baby on Lake Street Black marker on
stones Still onward I'd crawl down on my knees At sudden swallows took upon the scene Heralding what I could not have foreseen a threat of rain on the
face all bent up I like a pimp got my gators and my pimp You take orders and run errands I take vactions with killers and four time felons You outside on
land for too long Tan amargo but there's no time to grieve You just pack up your things and move on And move on, and move on
blue flame Polished on a mountain range And over hills and fields I flew Wrapped up in a royal blue I flew over Royal City last night A bullfighter on
Well, I've seen more water than Columbus had seen I found me this lake that was greener than green I said, "Mama, I know this is what you mean" But when I bent
my bike and got it bent Uh-oh...accident! Picked up the hammer and hit my thumb Uh-oh...accidumb Oh no, poor thumb...accidumb! Jumped in the lake with
house got the beat on suicide as I ride up and down Martin Luther King Drive, standin tall lookin down on the bloody boys snitchin all day I look around on
falling down last night i took a field trip kind of bent, hopped a fence cut across a pate by a lake down by the cemetary reflcecting on my past present
thin blue flame Polished on a mountain range And over hills and fields I flew Wrapped up in a royal blue I flew over Royal City last night A bullfighter on