For the road It's quarter to three There's no-one in the place 'Cept You and me. So set 'em up Joe, I've got a little story I think you should know We're drinking my friend, To the end of a brief episode

Ash to ashes, dust to dust Skin to bone and steel to rust Skin to bone, steel to rust Will tomorrow have it's way With the promises we made Your deception, my disgust When your name is finally drawn I'll be happy that you're gone

For the times they are a-changin' Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone If your time to you Is worth savin'

My story is much to sad to be told But practically everything leaves me totally cold The only exception I know in this case When I'm out in a quiet spree, fighting vainly the old ennui Then I suddenly turn and see Your fabulous face I get no kick from

I don't think I can ever brave this storm I know what you're hiding from The waves keep crashing over They pummel me, over and over Should we go quietly? Accept that all is lost? Have you beheld how our ending befell? We are the catalyst; engineered hell

Bounce, bounce, bounce Well, dem just can't believe or dem won't accept Jr.Gong and Swizz beat, fassy don't forget Well, is it just me or is it hot to death It's the Halfway Tree C.D. and cassette D.J. race a run on your mark, get set And watch everybody

Break every bone in your face If you mess with my life I'll mess with your blood And bury you In a coffin made of your A coffin made of your deceptions This is to the rats A skull-fuck For every word

And alone I stand No allegiance Defiant I withstand This resistance I reject what you demand A day of great tribulation is upon us A time of deception conflict and unrest I will not cower in fear and submission I will hold my ground and resist

Who knows how long I've been lost in the dark.Followed. Closely by the footsteps of my failures. What can I do to alter my perception of the way and the truth? Drowning Once again.Will I live another day? Let this burden drift away. Who knows how long

Would you just accept if we murdered your children? 50 young niggas sellin' crack for a livin' Single income and he tired of the feelin' "Momma, I'm a man," gotta show her that he meant it It's a cold ass world, gotta show 'em that he get it Watch a good