It's almost Christmas What do I do Where do I go Don't want to be alone For all I've said What do I know? What do I know? Now that the TV's gone I can
Was a soldier coming home Was to bring my body back Wasn?t sure about the darkness Heart was rambling on like any day Just like any day If I was
used to anticipate the sign of the coming day. and all through winter's decay, you just mark the way. we worry what people'd say if we up and walked away
Oh and on the screen my love and trust is making out with other guys And I drank not enough to make me drunk and just enough to make me tired And it's
Downtown Vancouver Digging through your bag Ripping out the pages Of the local music mag You missed the show last summer But now you've got your chance
Turn the bars into cars And wait for the lights to change And take shape of people we used to know 'Til they grow less fond of knowing And we can ride
She says the joys of life are lost among the living So I guess all those souvenirs are for her health She gives me quarters for the phone And every time
I don't care what nobody say I'm a man of a many words I spit things so loud and clear You've got to believe every word you heard I rap strong and you
Vere los gallos esconderce Las palabras reducirce Las miradas apagarse Todod eso Vere una piedra humedecerse Las cenizas calentarce Los silencios acusarce
?Que silencio es culpable de la muerte de un hombre? ?Que silencio en nosotros ha colgado inocentes? ?Que silencio maldito ha cegado algun nombre? ?
In this wasteland without any shadows There is no water for my dusty throat There is no rainbow days filled with silent sorrow And for our sins there
I don't want no foreign pricks to take my job away from me My tax dollars paid their ransom, would they do the same for me? I don't, I don't want them
I'm told my idea of seduction is a bit passe' I hear you like to try it so I'll try it anyway I would try anything I swear I'd try it here and now I might
One and the same, one and the same I wish I could see beyond the filthy blue horizon See what lies ahead of me Perhaps I'd see the path of my own destruction
so many roads so many trains to ride so many roads so many trains to ride i've got to find my baby before i'll be satisfied i was standing by my window
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed The little Lord Jesus, lay down His sweet head The stars in the sky, look down where He lay The little Lord Jesus
Jesus, Jesus, precious one A manger throne for God's own son What kind of King would come so small From glory to a humble stall? That dirty manger is
I have a confession to make I've never been the kind of kid Who likes to buy what you're selling to me And all of this rhetoric about loving you Is just