ترانه:
Yes Sign Language

(howe/wakeman) [instrumental]

Cars screaming round the corner, drugged to heaven, Guns are loaded, Locked in vengeance Who shoots the child? Watching in the ghetto is the spine and the cruel of the gang life Sign language

romp You can Bankhead Bounce or get Eastside stomped Thinking way back before I got mine Putting bullet holes through neighborhood stop signs You know why? It's my adrenaline, yes

you ain't stackin' money And therefore, we ain't here for the best Matta fact homie I can't hear y'all, I'm deaf I spit it in sign language, mob language

You smoking on haze, chopping dimes in the basement It's all good til the cops raided Now he signing statements, point your fingers when he put to the test Yes

statistics that fatten leaders, prisoners of their morality. Afraid of death, we can not save ourselves. To breathe is not enough. Yes sir, I Will.

Is the hamburger ready yet? Don: What sign are you? Phyllis: Uh, I'm Aquarius with Venus rising on my past. Don: Really? Phyllis: Yeah. It's really good sign

life, length of time Show me a sign, should I rely on a Subliminal message, should I question What would seem to be, life's told me? Yes indeed, so let

. And do I help them? Yes, indeed. Those Poor Unfortunate Souls, So sad, so true. They come flocking to my cauldron Crying "Spells, Ursula, please!" And I help them? Yes