a fungus... "I'm trying, not to lose..." "I'm trying, not to lose my head..." -- Melle Mel (repeat 2X) "That's Elmo, get that fool" "Yeah get that fool
rose won?t blossom from a ground - Of desert sand, but I like to pretend that One day I?ll turn around - I?ll see your hand reach out I?m only fooling
to (be) Costa Nostra, don't ever approach him Don't get close to him Shootouts and nothin but rock n roll to him Leave your blood on the dash, call it rose
then cast a stone the light is on but there's nothing and no one home (I think) cos i've been watching you isn't it true the fool keeps taking you down
sake how long? How long, oh Lord, how long? Still we lay prostrate before a stylised figure on a crucifix. As if the stone fool might be resurrected.
(Lange, Clark, Willis, Elliott) Your kind of woman gotta heart of stone But watch it break when I get you alone Take a chance, come lay down with me
fires roused to strain The jagged-toothed skyline braced with crosses The golden dawn Lay lost to mist where Emboldened thorns Made their bed with toppled stones
of corruption from within the church A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth Alone as a stone cold altar The castle and its keep Like faerytale dominion rose
s so far to fall and here comes the wind There's so much to lose, but love doesn't wait So I'll be a fool who found out too late But I've been a fool
I should have took you dancing A little candlelight romancing, with roses But I was high up on a barstool Yeah, I was such a blind fool Now I know it
back She posed with the Playboy pose, centerfold body rose through her clothes my love joves rose, the stereo blow, scenario the lights slow, the hydros rose
me Right voice (reed, yule) Dear mister muse fellow of wit and gentry medieval ruse filling the shallow and empty, fools that duel duel in pools. Left
Right Voice (Reed, Yule) dear Mister Muse fellow of wit and gentry medieval ruse filling the shallow and empty, fools that duel duel in pools. Left
Lookin' at my bitch I bet she give your ass a bone Lookin' at my wrist it'll turn your ass to stone Stretch limousine sippin' Rose all along Double-headed
belief You know what, yo [Verse 1] This is not a love song, it's a sonnet Damn it feels good to have people up on it but I'm just a fool playing with
my car so fast i wont turn down the speed them hoes dont use they feet no no they break down to they knees and suck me like a king rose in my champagne
who would stay the course When the storm rose up and showed us all its worst Well take me out tonight, This ship of fools I'm on will sink. I'm my own stone
own skin And can?t stand the company Every fool?s got a reason for feelin? sorry for himself And turning his heart to stone Tonight this fool?s halfway