knows are they phony Or maybe are they real? Corn circles, hey Corn circles, hey Corn circles, is somebody playing a trick? Corn circles, pixies, witches
ترجمه: Waterboys ، به. محافل ذرت.
on my own) I'm just gonna dance all night I'm all messed up, I'm so outta line Stilettos on broken bottles I'm spinning around in circles I'm in the corner
It's time to hook up with the mexicanos Layin in the Dooly parking lot of a McDonalds Hit the corner they was there You're prepared Circled the block
She walks alone down a sleazy backstreet Around a corner, up an alley to a dead end There under a small blue light She enters an unmarked doorway (A low
distance call The way the camera follows us in slo-mo The way we look to us all The way we look to a distant constellation That's dying in a corner of
my mans like he a big Trevor Trevor's still locked up, likes getting his cheddar Cory changed his name to Arr, whatever Corn chip, buckwheat lookalike
you what to do I think I?ve got it now, but I can?t be too sure Far away as I shoot across the sky Far away to the corners of my mind Sooner or later
to church on Sunday But I, but I, but I just can't get right I lay in bed lookin' up at the ceiling As the fan turns in a circle thinkin' 'bout my evil
as a crew, in one speak, it's all honest Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's Reconnaissance when we peep enemies on us Been on these corners,
Sets up, chest out, in and out, in and out Lift your arm, lift your arm, in a circle, in a circle Swang out, hang out, bang out Show these motherfuckers
George Clinton to rock over Rap career is over, better off acting What trouble I see, you're managing WC and Wack 10 You backed in to a four corner
finish line Down in the depot, out by the meat rack Down by the tunnels surrounding the jail Prisoners are marching in squares and in circles They're
own) I'm just gonna dance all night I'm all messed up, I'm so out of line Stilettos and broken bottles I'm spinning around in circles I'm in the corner
got girls in perms (Damn) Big cars, big wheels is the biggest concern In my old Kentucky home I was born and raised on catfish and corn Collard greens
like you don't know Regardless though I'm gon' glow even in my birthday suit And when it comes to that soft, yes sir'ee, I circle that too So when you
and savage They act without order in logical lapses They stain their mouths with blood So take my hand, this barren land is alive tonight Oh, the corn
