'all don't smoke the sour diesel like us You don't go to Pop and get ya flour cheaper than us Knock it off in three hours and repeat it like us And repeat
her black tongue tied Round the roses Fist pounding on a vending machine Toy diamond ring stuck on her finger With a noose she can hang from the sun And
through our minds Shaken to the core, forsaken and unkind Well, the sun came a shinin and the dust did settle down Birds and jack-rabbits lay dead on
the sun, flowers crumble into dust The seed shall scatter and die Light in her eyes, pours black in their lives We gather 'round the funeral pyre And
rose petals go into my room Storm in and slowly, around I go thinking of you And how sweet life will be when you are finally mine I'll wake and live
This bitter earth, what fruit it bears What good is love that no one shares And if my life is like the dust that hides the glow of a rose What good am
and rust And the love you've given's turned ashes and dust When the hope you've gathered's drifted to the wind It's you and I now, friend (you and I
green Corn and cotton and endless nothing in between Over the rutted hills of Oklahoma the red sun slipped and was gone The moon rose and stripped the
up on sugar mountain, cross the sweet blue seas I walked the valley of love and tears and mystery I got run out'a luck and give myself up for dead And
Killah Priest, and he taught me how to follow it I walked through the Valley of the Kings With a white robe, white rose and what I will brings And your
She?s wearing an orange jumpsuit And holding a picket sign She?s ashamed of her birthplace But retreat is not an option Women and children, frontline
know it's worth more than Diamonds and gold, now don't be bogus and deny that Emotions hoe To the rhythm of a hi-hat, take a puff and lie back Let me
And ten-cent red roses from department store counters Watching the moonlight reflect off the river Beside where the trains cross the bridge and slow
drifting away, And know I do is keep dreaming of you, And know, I'm down by the ocean, And I see your face in every tide, I keep hoping and hoping,
are you dying in my ear? Black rose of death In my fist I clutch Thorns shred my finger tips And drips toxic blood I'm rottin' inside My flesh turns to dust
garden with conning the rage biding your time through dark and empty days trade in your cannons your tenants and rules for pandemonium high capital ruse ashes to ashes dust to dust
As the grossness of spring lolls its bloodshot head Curare! Curare! Curare! Brogue cries from the street Curare! Curare! As the grossness of spring rose
