come on Black people come on, come on, oh, oh yeah Black people come on, I said Black folk come on Black people come on Black people come on Black people come on
see through) Presenting those pretentious tenses as presents on Wednesdays. Thank you. alone all along all alone. Say goodnight or say good bye Candle light lies
with every drag upon my cigarette. It can run, but it can't hide-- Like the unspoken feelings on your mind. I'm too tense to be tender, your
, your just as well, hope it gives you hell Hope it gives you hell Tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself Where'd it all go wrong, the list goes on and on
never ever Tore my life apart I know how to maintain And you know I know my part On a holiday, a permanent vacation I'm living on a cigarette with wine
just as well Hope it gives you hell Hope it gives you hell Tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself Where'd it all go wrong? But the list goes on and on
take flight - it's over now, the music of the night . . . (The PHANTOM walks slowly towards the throne. He takes his place on it, sitting on his cloak
why am I? My consciousness can't be purged Until a soothing breeze is putting me to sleep I fall through endless depths My dreams awake, they're taking over Take me on
bring It' not guaranteed that you'll be spreadin' your wings And funny it seem show it used to be Times when you needed to lean on me Now you're standin' on
The atmosphere's electric as the band comes on the crowd starts dancing but then something goes wrong There's lots of pushing the air becomes tense a
truth Feeling on fire Left only with thoughts of you The moment of truth Cling to my desire Waiting for you Yeah it's the moment of truth Feeling on
lies Cruel it is, it clouds my eyes The dull the dark shades on my day I live inside this place Locked up inside my metal cage Always tense and filled
the double O-D I run this god damn money on me Pocket so fat it don't make no sense Wrist so clean don't need no tense Watch so bright I don't need no
between the future and the past tense lies the present in the distance so you think we're never coming back Scoring points for passion and persistence
is a room full of mirrors with crummy eyes and blistered thighs a bent brain full of lies a beacon for the fiction body voodoo embodiments in morbid tense
I know your memory and it never slips. And I know your heart was worth the pain, but I pray the Lord your heart to break. Rest in peace, former tense
Grey skies and light fading, headlamps making patterns on the wall Uptown it's dead now but, out here no one seems to care at all Slick girls and sick