in hard times, if it's said that time is money Then I'll be paying dues until I hit the red Is it dead? Or is it just the picture, which you're fed?
Man] Now I walked on ice and never fell I spent my time in a plush hotel John-John Phenomenon, deadly but calm Word to my born, dead by dawn Got the right
flames that burn in the night In Henhough Around the fires of the Crow tribe the elders used to say: "The Sun Man's day ends only when her moon comes
wind blows in a silent town. Some Whiskey to clear his head And some for the brothers who are dead. Another day, another chase, Vigilantes will meet their fate. Saddle
From Newark to Ontario), bust us when we in stereo. Cause me and Rashida rock the battles It's apparent, your no talent, cause your blazin' in your saddle
in hard times, if it's said that time is money Then I'll be paying dues until I hit the red Is it dead? Or is it just the picture, which you're fed? Write
let it go right at dawn I'll hit you again ten times as hard I missed you my freind saddle up ride em high saddle up shoot him in the eye saddle up ride
red flames that burn in the night In Henhough Around the fires of the Crow tribe the elders used to say: "The Sun Man's day ends only when her moon comes
cool. Now we've all got our saddles on, and trot to school. If I may wax poetic, I think the facts are plain, I am the moon ascendant and I'm not soon