sure I'm tryin' to kill what's happenin' to me A ghost along the Mississippi Never thought before a life could be so strange, yeah And I guess by one a
crew an' run a Swing Mobbie We like Norman, our skills are the beats People can't wait to get a dub of our tapes On a hundred an' twenty-fifth, catch a
to find empty beds Walls naked, our closets stripped Of all it's threads We will awake in a new world Our own island This floating mass A jagged slab
a mad mission under difficult conditions Not everybody makes it to the loving cup It's a mad mission but I got the ambition Mad, mad mission, sign me
my throat with a garden vegetable A past gone mad Passable Take a look back Rear-view mirror: it's all behind you A present gone mad Tra-tra
't help myself by feeling sorry Because I gave up every chance I had It's not a movement, it's just another fad Like a cry for help in a world gone mad
atheist. I-i-i-i sometimes dream: I'm a dressed girl, With ho chi minh, In the prison yard. Balls and chain. Balls and chain. Mad dogs on a bone.
scum atheist. I-I-I-I sometimes dream: I'm a dressed girl, with Ho Chi Minh, in the prison yard. Balls and chain. Balls and chain. Mad dogs on a bone
You keep holding on, you keep holding on. Love in a world gone mad, The best thing we'll ever have Love in a world gone mad, And it's so precious that
Cause sand is thicker than blood But a prison in sand is a haven in hell For a gaol can give you a goal A goal can find you a role on a muddy pitch in
sorrow collide. Scattered are the pieces which time forgot. See the cracked mirror walls, emerald mist flowing down the halls. Shattered pieces of a
Behind the door what can you hear ? _ sorrows Who do you think they belong _ to a woman Why does she stop breathing now? _she's dying why can't your hands
"atom, wanna go on a space ride?" the spaceship was ugly it had 17 wheels, there was a poster of larry bird fucking shaquille o'neal, there was a
[CHORUS] In a world gone mad it's hard to think right So much violence hate and spite Murder going on all day and night Due time we fight the non-violent
A burning hand A poisoned sleep In front of me A late regret A token rest You are to late Too late to fear Too late my dear Servants, extras, stagehands
Mad Lizzie she is waiting for the setting of the sun Her mind is on the morrow and the ordeal yet to come twelve times the moon has lit its weary way
where is our child Sent him to your mother's For a while All your friends are gone You know I sent them home Girl I live for you So I don't give a fuck
This is DeVante Whatever you want, whatever you need You know I got it and I'm a give it to you, Jodeci Whenever you want it Anything you want from me