I flew from the pyramid In the last game of my life A string of taillights on a dark and dusty dirt road Bon fire burning back a Tommy Collar?s farm
Lee,forever trapped by the memories In the sepulcher of my heart Black cats they scurry by in the night They tell me where you are in the chill of November
m talking to (Just keep your love lights burning) Spread it good over yeah woman [Let it burna?¦ Let it burn] Wow now [Let it burna?¦ Let it burn] Hahahaha
It's another November evening You mete out your aggressions As you remember your way home On what's left of your blackened soul You've come to this
em Can't afford 'em so I tell the swap meet to clone 'em I guess I really am a vanity slave I guess my ancestors turning in their graves Burning money
Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Yo hit the switch in December, I'll be on till November Bombin', disturbin' the calm at civic centers
called friends And why should I make amends when they crossed the nina and sin Again and again and again I love 'em dearly but hear me, they burn severely
away your burning light Gloria, where are you Gloria? Don't lose your faith to your lost naivete Weather the storm and don't look back on last November
porch, to the backlands It's never left closed A new air pushed a full wind That brought worlds on through That only he could know As the last of November
it feel when there's time to remember? Branches bare, like the trees in November How's it feel when there's time to remember? Branches bare, like the trees in November
got my back against the wall. i've got my feet planted firmly in this... i break the surface to breath again for the first time. chill november air burns
treat me so unkind Baby, can I change your mind? Now I still remember cold November nights Willing to surrender, knowing it was right Love me while the fire was burning
we met at the playground. we sat on the side of the tractor tire. and talked of our plans for the next five days. over some cherokee red. sometime back in late november
In November you make my shit list if you did you can cancel Christmas I'll send you a gift niggas'll come and leave your ass twisted Them hollow tip shells burn baby burn
oh baby, please don't go, please baby please don't go my Murder Mass chick tell me 'Term don't go' I say, 'here's a little cash, go burn that dough'
From old metal chairs To the walls for a crude set of stairs To lead us down And you tied a rope To the steep burning slope A Jerry rigged harness So
You wear it well and when I see that silhouette It makes me wanna give you something that you'll never forget I'm on fire, yeah how we desire, I'm burning
