ترانه:
Little River Band Face In The Crowd

you You see me crying out loud Millions of faces, a sea before me, I can see Only you were the face in the crowd I see your face in the crowd and I

I be clutchin' my heat, got me pacin' back and forth So much shit on my mind, so many things to do So little time a nigga really got to do it in Man,

the globe to see Below me- Vast Paprika plains And the snake the river traces And a little band of Indian men With no expressions on their faces.) The

the crowd And hit him dead in his mouth for being loud and wild Shit is real Ain't none of that elastic faggot rubber band plastic shit Muthafuckas in

the crowd And hit him dead in his mouth for being loud and wild Shit is real Ain't none of that elastic faggot rubber band plastic shit Muthafuckas in

the crowd And hit him dead in his mouth for being loud and wild Shit is real Ain't none of that elastic faggot rubber band plastic shit Muthafuckas in