I took my few belongings We headed out to Pirate's Cove In my buddy's old Defender We ran until the gas got low We were flyin' close to heaven Everything
All I'm wanting is to see you And to hold you once again And see the sun color your hair And see the tall grass blow in the wind Overcome me, bitter
I'm watching the water Watching the coast Suddenly I know What I want the most And I want to tell you Still I hold back I need some time Get my life
going 2 come around I don't want 2 switch the mojo, but I would! I don't want 2 see the freak show, but I should! I don't want 2 switch the mojo, it
we're out to seek! (Pre Chorus) Suckers keep running. The same old excuse, the verbal abuse, the riffs misuse so you have no use for the Mojo crew!!!!
have worked our whole lives to obtain Will most likely never be experienced by these, less fortunate souls Howdy folks, John Neighborly here We in the Mojo
Aggressive, my style versitile. You're best to hear the Mojo growl. Coming up behind with a bat, ""crack"" from a Mr. Payne attack. Dazed and confused
I used to live my life in fear. Thinking that my ways were wrong. I lived my life by a book, written by Man. I jumped more evils than your man Knevil
You lied, connived and pressed flesh till 1600 was your address. The chameleon at the podium whose words cause pandamonium. A nation under stress, you
Youth of today aren't happy and gay, hostile, volatile only concerned with style. Home alone so they act grown. Who's the baby-sitter since your parents
I remember the motto corporate rock sucks, now I look at Green Day it must be payday. Ditto, ditto, could you please play a tune a little alternative
Events of recent history indicate that Americans are setting a course for the end of their own great nation. The ever growing trend in this country is
I am the rock star, I am the icon, long-haired, tattoo, freak of the weak. I am the rock star, I am the icon, long-haired, tattoo, freak of the weak.
Slit the wrist, the devil's kiss evil days it slips I loathe them and hate them for Their sickly toxic presence For the country I love they Show
the look of the trade, sick of the cry baby serenade. What you say? Come out and pla'ay You know that ass will sla'ay. 'Nuff respect given to the Mojo
An open letter to the Rev. Jesse Jackson We, the members of the Mojo family, feel that your actions and retoric as a self professed leader of the black
All in the name of war We crave it, we need it We watch it on our TV sets We wage it, we breed it Then spilling blood with no regrets Senorita
About 5 years been hanging with this fool The vibe was down everything was cool. 420 buddy most our times were nutty I guess over time our friends get