pain And if I drop then I'll explode like a fuckin' grenade, nigga Fuck calm time to ring the alarm Break the niggas out of prison killin' all the guards
What if Hip Hop was never born, yo? No Herc, No Flash, No Band, No Change, yo No DJ's, No grab, No breakers, No MC What would the state of dope world
dream? yea ... aaaaaaaah (song ends, turns to justpiano and Marc on guitar) .....I'm talking teen agey woman, I'm talking to you (editor note: to band
This song goes out to all the money men He drives around in a fancy car Smokes those long, Cuban cigars He don't know how to play guitar And he can't
bridge Pondered my fate While they built the interstate I'm a product of america From the morgue to the prisons Cold metal, when I start my band Cold
not screamin at ya, I'm just askin you a question. Y'all givin' me a clap. A yes is fine (laughing) ok? (voice from audience a??I love that songa??)
"fuck luck" I throw fists at paparazzi like "why they watchin' me?" Throw fists at people grabbin' my money like Monopoly Throw your stacks in the air, shoot your rubber bands
We are a lullaby, an everlasting song Taken as prisoners to a place where we belong If the tune stops, I will not wake Oh no, without us I'm no one, my
Well I was sentenced to prison To do about one year They said it isn't so bad We got a good band here We play every Wednesday night Sometimes Tuesday
beautifully tragic song back in 1989. The album was heard by far too few people and the respect that is deserved of the band, the album, and this song
So long I had searched for life's meaning, Enslaved by the world and my greed; Then the door of the prison was opened by love, For the ransom was paid
The warden threw a party in the county jail. The prison band was there and they began to wail. The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing. You
know that's my team Ask around, we kind of nice with the rap things We came to stick up the rhythm So poor, made 'em want to put my kids in prison Spotlights
are enormous. Step outside and parasites, deprived of their meat, wait to suck on tiring flesh, Unending statistics that fatten leaders, prisoners of
me, and those grey walls that bound me And the years that went by too slow And the songs that I sang to the blue sky above me As I walked in that big prison
We're only prisoners of circumstance Time has a way of slipping through your hands Too young to notice too many plans And the band plays on We had the
the second row I saw you at one of our shows you were different then any other girl I think it was the way you smiled when I sang or announced the song
NYC Song (John Cafferty 1989) I say, hey little girl take me by the hand Walk me down this boardwalk one last time again We see those pretty pier lights