(Clayton Moss) I'm gonna go where the sun's in the sky And I'm gonna go where the moon is high And I'm gonna go where the rivers run free I'm gonna
we meet But you hit me right out of the blue from all those people out on the streets And if one time you told me that you loved me - heaven knows I would
(Jimi Hendrix) Yeah You know you are a - a cute little heart breaker Foxy lady And you know you are a - a sweet little love maker Foxy lady I wanna
breakdown I know you know I know we know Could be a breakdown I know you know I know we know Might be a breakdown I know you know I know we know Could
s the wildest mystery My love said she'd be the one Now I know Baby you're a liar You're a liar I wasn't watching for the danger signs And I never read
men with bad teeth They own you they own me Take a trip to China if you dare They gotta lotta old men shooting young men there Old men with bad teeth
her own kind of voodoo And it's a workin' on me When we get gymnastic oooee Well she can make me rock she can make me roll She makes me mad bad and dangerous to know
(Clayton Moss) You've only got to say what you really need You shall receive it You've only got to know what you used to know And then believe it Contact
Know what he said He said I'll take you on a journey Across sea and over land To see the death and the destruction Brought about by our own hands And
this year of remembrance With you and me there lies a resemblance Celebrate in this reunion Celebrate don't let it slip away You make a bond you know
said you'll never know just what you can do until I show you My passion Down down down A passion for trash Down down down Trash Low down and dirty You're low down and
away Cos you got the power And you got control Ain't got no strength And I can't fight it all I'll be what you want me to be And I'll do what you want
like me So you can point your fuckin' fingers And say, "That's the bad guy" So say good night to the bad guy, go on Last time you gonna see a bad guy
Makin' the devil get mad, when the bass and treble hit So wise up, keepin' yo eyes up I'm lookin' for bitches and bitches to size up I bust one and
'll go you bitches know, tempa with a nigga, jack off and the lead off you can blast off and the red cross and then fess off with yo head gone lookin
dark side, born and raised in thug life And I'm out that city full of drug dealers and wise guys If I ain't a thug then you explain it 'cuz How come a young nigga living so dangerous? And
get Mad, when the bass and treble hit So wise up Keepin yo eyes up I'm lookin for bitches and bitches to size up I bust one and thumps one I bust
