Tekst:
Holding On Strangers In A Strange Land

You say we're going nowhere fast. We don't care what you think. We've got our friends. We'll have our fun. What the fuck else do we need? This is the

land of the free ride And I can't pull it any longer The sun is beating down my neck So I ran with the devil Left a trail of excuses Like a stone on

? Strange moon, strange land, strange man Holdin' hands with tiny horses Hold them, hold them kindly, man Low red moon How can you sleep like a baby?

understand, That you'll always be a stranger in a strange, strange land. The men are gonna come while you're fast asleep, so you better just stay close and hold on

on Same song, just remixed, different arrangement Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slaveship Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely hold

? We who hold these whips and chains If there's no lock, who needs a key? When did we stop being free? I see things vis-a-vis a sea change Full fathom

Boys bring it on home, bring it on home Bad Boys Heh, I'm 'bout to do Santa Dimengo on a horse named Bingo A fugitive lookin' for puff switchin' my lingo Stayin' at a

a breath in that land of death, and I hurried on, horror driven With a corpse half hid, that I couldn't get rid, because of a promise given. It was lashed

them hoes on the pole Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole Now holla for a dollar, act strange for