go down to the river And there I'll be I'm gonna jump in, girl But you don't care about me Open up your eyes Can't you see I love ya Open up your heart
for quite some time now Bo Diddley visited this country last year We were playin' at the club a Gogo in Newcastle, our home town And the doors opened
one moment I'm goin' all the way I make my poetry everyday And I'm frozen comin' right on time I froze my mind with that serious rhyme And I'm open
jam I need that, uh, to get me off Sweatin' until my clothes come off It's explosive, speakers are thumpin' Still jumpin', six in the mornin' Table dancin', glasses
in the heart of the city, down by the bridge. Hot plate and TV and beer in the fridge. But I'm easy, I'm open-that's my gift. I can flow with the traffic
And you feel your about to blow up Baby i will give you something to hold on to And oh oh oh come rest your head on my pillow Get some air i'll open
-a-you all my love, yeah We went through this before Actin' like the L's can't bag 'em no more Nightgown draggin' on the heated marble floor Flash Cartier when you open
', "Shoot don't please" I put my fifth back on my hip, it's like a VCR rewindin' a hit He put his hands back on his bitch, my caravan doors open up I
Violence for the people Give the kids what they need Kill your God Kill your God Kill your TV Boy's purified by the quitter Gods Burning up his cross like a revelation And his glass jaw opens
Crowded, crowded Open to a waste can Yellow car, yellow car Better be inside there Wake up, wake up Nothing's gonna harm you Glass wall, glass wall
sure you bring the money This ain't the seventies, I'm far from a jive turkey My circle, it can't be broken, open, cut-throatin', provokin' Record promotin
You Feel Out Of Breath Used Up And Broken Down Just Like A Shattered Glass In Pieces On The Ground Some Days You Wanna Scream But Can't Make A Sound But
savings in a gym bag I'm flamin' the 40, I ain't even sorry If you with your kids then I put your brain on your shorty I ain't open that damn block for
Passed out on the overpass Sunday best and broken glass Broken down from the bikes and bars Suspended like spirits over speeding cars You and me we're
now I'm gonna be inside Well, I hope they open soon I can't wait no, (no I) I can't wait (oh when) When they gonna open up that door? I'm goin' (yes
front of a bullet if it could save my mom You got a [?] bullet 'cause she will never see harm... *Door opens* [Mom] Nevermind, I found it *They all scream/shout/glass
Man, take another hit breathe out In a zone blowing smoke out a glass teapot I?m chillin at home on some solo shit I love piece and when its quiet, I
cigarella You ain't treating me like an ATM teller So fuck your little cheese, I got my own cheddar So when they make it rain, I open up my umbrella Dior glass