You need hands to hold someone you care for You need hands to show that you're sincere When you fear nobody wants to know you You need hands to brush
翻訳: セックスピストルズ. あなたは、手が必要です.
you You need hands to brush away the tears.... When you hold the brand new baby You need tender hands to guide them all the way You need hands to thank
--- you, No respect I get hostile, checks you owe Tech his colossol, Many consecutive checks you kept I can stretch, that is awful, But I suggest you get it even if an address given, sex
You niggaz brag alot, talkin bout you brought raw You'se a ball hog you ain't never pass the rock I still dip and dab, stick my hand in bigger bags Nick
Latex, safe sex, you better learn to get hip to the facts Before you be yacko, end up in a box on your back Sometimes you axed me what you wanted, get
'm looking for baggage that goes with mine I should tell you I've got baggage too I should tell you Baggage, wine and beer AZT break You? Me, you? Mimi
the deen Three for the angels, four for the alamin' Somewhere between totally obscene And perfectly clean, got a Babylon feelin' Wounds that need healin', truth need revealin' Hands need
You niggaz brag alot, talkin bout you brought raw You'se a ball hog you ain't never passed the +ROC+ I still dip and dab,stick my hand in bigger bags
look down cause you see no need to touch foot to the ground Sex, drugs, rock and rolled up Them older boys got you thinking that you growed up Spent the
, wake up, wake up, wake up. But you need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up. You need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up. You need to wake, wake up,
you never know when you're gonna walk out your front door and get murdered in your driveway So I'll be tellin you this: keep your mind on your family
you sleeping? (Wake the fuck up!!) Are you still dreaming? (Wake the fuck up!!) Why are you sleeping? (Wake the fuck up!!) I don't never wanna sleep again (Wake the fuck up!!) Are you
piece around your neck is bigger than your pistol It makes homicide okay donkey and your god will forgive you Just show the saints at heaven's gate you
supply what the fiends shooting Front's is needed, I was once young and anemic 'Till I found a few players to team with When the song come on hands in