hunter on my tail and somebody stops to pick me up but he drops me off just down the block and along the highway where the empty spirits breathe wild sage
trip in his super car Stars in his hair, shine through the night Secrets he keeps are out of sight Rockman Rock is the sage of sages His wisdom is famed
It made you brave and it gave you heart Brothers and sisters by your side You worked so hard that the earth took pride It gave you sage, wild thyme and
are ?Cause sometimes that?s just the thing If delivered with panache and a certain graceFingertips on satin lace Cutting cards and quoting Proust Whatever turns her wild
a minute, and let it sink Deep like the Titanic We wider than the ocean of Atlantic Pacifical mythical styles In the west it's gettin' wild I'm chillin
let it sink deep like the Titanic We wider than the Ocean of Atlantic This typical mythical style in the West is gettin Wild I'm chillin like a space
a magnificent size, Your seed grew up in the cursed night, Watched by the Wild Star, Hostile, Threatening! Your very names suspicious to an inquiring sage
their head A saddle for a pillow and some sage brush for a bed Wakin' up tomorrow was merely done by chance Back when the west was wild and cowboys didn
Somewhere on the Prairie, a yellow stud runs free Runnin' through the sage brush, down through the coolies There not far behind him, a cowboy rides along
Northern Mystery, Where rivers run and disappear the mustang still is free. By the Devil's wash and coyote hole in the wild Owyhee Range Somewhere in the sage
em into my acolytes that's the sight of blood, that make a child stop that's the rights of thugs that keep it wild hot I hate you, say a prayer to a heavenly
Guess Got selected best when rap was a braggin contest Now you could of sounded like THIS To sell records act possessed I've blasted the best Fast like the wild
ürzt sie runter im Galopp zu der Mutter in die Küche der entfällt vor Schreck een Topp. Jotte doch een so zu ängstgen sage Kind
my way The sky's all on fire and the light's slowly fadin' Peaceful and still ends the day And out on the trail, the night birds are callin' Singin' their wild
Well, way out west where the wild wind blows The eagle flies and the sage brush grows Traditions are holding on you'll be glad to hear They're being kept
Have I got everything? Am I ready to go? Is it going to be wild, is it gonna be the best time? Or am I just saying so? Am I ready to go? What do I hear
neat little rows Angels and idols spiraling wild Winding your necks, oh Lord Landed gentry ride up behind me Winding your necks, oh Lord Smokey progress, back-room sages
Through the ages we have lived and died Kings make war and sages prophescied Somewhere between the first creation and tonight Was a million incarnations
