Big Mouth
Colin Linden lyrics
Colin Linden lyrics
"The Boxer Lyrics"
RUNNIN' OUT OF TIME f/ Kelly Price Lyrics
KELLY I'VE BEEN WONDERING WHERE YOU'VE BEEN SLEEPING WE'VE BEEN RUNNIN' OUT OF TIME BECAUSE YOU WANT TO BE CREEPING, PIMPING I'VE BEEN SITTING HO
KELLY I'VE BEEN WONDERING WHERE YOU'VE BEEN SLEEPING WE'VE BEEN RUNNIN' OUT OF TIME BECAUSE YOU WANT TO BE CREEPING, PIMPING I'VE BEEN SITTING HO
I am just a poor boy.
Though my story's seldom told,
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles,
Such are ppromises
All lies and jest
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest.
When I left my home
And my family,
I was no more than a boy
In the
Psychosis Lyrics
[tricky (sampled over and over: "Let's just record...") RZA: Aarrgh! Throw yr hands in the Air! Tonite is a Special Nite!(x3 a
company of strangers[tricky (sampled over and over: "Let's just record...") RZA: Aarrgh! Throw yr hands in the Air! Tonite is a Special Nite!(x3 a
In the quiet of the railway station,
Running scared,
Laying low,
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go,
Looking for the places
Only they would know.
CHORUS
Lie-la-lie.....
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job,
But
La Alacena Lyrics
nube que tuve toda tragar hoy prpados hinchados te ciegan brumara las horas cansado y hambriento. vierte el cuello entre el hielo,
I get no offers.
Just a come-on from the whores
On Seventh Avenue
I do declare,
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there.
CHORUS
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me,
Leading me,
Going home.
In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
But the fighter still remains
CHORUS
nube que tuve toda tragar hoy prpados hinchados te ciegan brumara las horas cansado y hambriento. vierte el cuello entre el hielo,
I get no offers.
Just a come-on from the whores
On Seventh Avenue
I do declare,
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there.
CHORUS
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me,
False Salvation Lyrics
I will not suffer, bound by these chains. To quest for posessions, that can never be obtained. Ignorance won't conquer me, I won't be a slave. Ca
I will not suffer, bound by these chains. To quest for posessions, that can never be obtained. Ignorance won't conquer me, I won't be a slave. Ca
Leading me,
Going home.
In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
But the fighter still remains
CHORUS