Letras:
Not By Choice This Old Place

I don't know what it is That keeps me coming back to this old place Must be your face Sometimes I want to run Sometimes I want to run and hide Time ain

I don't know what it is That keeps me coming back to this old place Must be your face Sometimes I want to run Sometimes I want to run and hide Time ain

you'd expect to be walkin' alone Far too beautiful and intelligent Not to have someone to call her own By circumstance there is no choice She does just

to the music of 21 guns The flowers are dead and of this by the bed of the place where the old woman died it's the same place where she started her

Luke's speech: What is this?? Is this not America? This is not China! This is not Russia! This is not the place where they brought down the wall,

misfit I write the solution of biophysics On the side of a cliff and some hieroglyphics This my admission to having violence psychotic With the vile polish politics by

, people are a trip, man Put everybody down about what's up with that Yo word, man, I gotta let 'em know, bust this I used to know this girl by the name

I will go, into my dungeon, and summon up the second comin' People started runnin', aliens with hair like Rastafarians Captured, placed inside of aquariums, studied by scientists This

Rolls screamin', "Fuck the police" Peelin' out in front the club, about to duck to the east Now play yourself, you gon' find yourself by yourself In a nice place