the modern machine Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream. I have dreamed of a black car that shimmers and drives Down the length of the evening to the carnival
the modern machine Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream I have dreamed of a black car that shimmers and drives Down the length of the evening to the carnival
of Las Vegas Why, it's more brighter than the sun is to me Carnivals are bluster loud I'm dizzy so I go, under the 'Big Dipper' Come fantasy for a carnival
the hope for the immigration I can still hear your voice echoing through my system With the Bidi Bidi Bom Bom, Bidi Bidi Bom Bom Chorus And when the heavens
If life is a carnival Can I stay here a while? Nemesis rose And I feel I'm about to go down About to go down Love is a Ferris wheel Can I see how I feel
that i ask the revrend excuse me sir but can mexicans go to heaven? (CHORUS) the other day i spoke to the revrend to see if he'd say if mexicans could go to heaven
heaven help me He said, "We don't like peace camapigners 'round here" As he nailed another one to the wall And that's what gets me in trouble, heaven
in the sun Built to me by my father's hand All my days I will sing in praise Of your forest waters, your shining sand As morning breaks, the Heaven
(N Chinn/M Chapman) Straight out a' Texas Down around San Antoine Comin' straight out of heaven Sweeter than you've ever known Don't let me hear that
call hinchmens to lynch you Now at the funeral I could see the priest bless you But in the after life I'ma still touch you Knockin' on Heaven's door
attack I'm an insomniac with a nose bleed You can ask Nosferatu bitch he knows me When I open my eyes I'm hoping everybody dies Missions with the comptons when the carnival
freak shows And all y'all hoes that don't know Y'all catch elbows in dickholes Bitch, you don't understand the Dark Carnival The misunderstood realm
way I am, heaven help me He said, "We don't like peace campaigners around here" As he nailed another one to the wall And that's what gets me in trouble, heaven
On for a muse of fire that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene
(Kim Carnes) O little town of Bethlehem How still we see thee lie Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by Yet in thy dark streets
the Reverend, "Excuse me sir, but can Mexicans go to Heaven?" The other day I spoke to the Reverend, to see if he'd say that Mexicans could go to Heaven
mine stay on hip hop but tonight where gonna reggaton the whole club. I see you party in the streets, see my myself climbing in the seats the hood is like heaven
almost like Your heaven's trying everything Your heaven's trying everything to break me down To break me down, to break me down Your heaven's trying everything Your heaven