, and I've decided to become One to take total control of your soul Young or all be bold because it's a sight to behold Chorus: Sticks and stones might
turning The towers trapped and trembling and the boats were tossed about When the fog rolled in and the gas rolled out From Lincoln Park the dark was turning Like wild horses
And they called her the Irish Rover We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags We had two million barrels of stone We had three million sides of old blind horses
wild hearted son I'm comin' down like a rolling stone Wild hearted son, yeah I'm a wild hearted son Hey mama, the world didn't want me to run Wild hearted
they called her The Irish Rover. We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags We had two million barrels of stone We had three million sides of old blind horses
brother hide if you can Take these words from the medicine man I saw the sign of men with cold hearts With a heart of stone, unholy rolling stone
Wu-Tang Clan special brand Get the logo Bounce on your head with the pogo stick Rock the wild horse with the Polo Word up we speaking wild Quick flash
guided, and I've decided to become One to take total control of your soul Young or all be bold because it's a sight to behold [Chorus:] Sticks and stones
rolling stone, yeah Wild hearted son I'm a wild hearted son Lil' honey, the world didn't want me to run, yeah Wild hearted son Baby, baby, yeah-yeah Wild
tryin' to disrespect the Killarm saga My street army niggas is outsiders We run a train on this white bitch look like Michelle Pfeiffer I roll with a gang of niggas wild
This is not a test, it's difficulty Picture closely, the ignorant mostly Blind, deaf, dumb, your mind left numb Lost soul who failed to hear the roll
some living after love dies Wild horses couldn't drag me away Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them some day Wild horses couldn't drag me away Wild, wild horses