Forrest Gump My fingertips, and my lips, they burn From the cigarettes Forrest Gump you run my mind boy Running on my mind boy I wanna see your pom poms from the stands Come on, come on I know you Forrest I know you wouldn't hurt a beetle

Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river Big wheel keep on turnin' Proud Mary keep on burnin' Left a good job in the city Workin' for the man ev'ry night and day And I never lost one minute of sleepin' Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been Cleaned

For you baby I'm slipping into the lava Cause I'm burnin' up, burnin' up Baby who turned the temperature hotter And I'm trying to keep from going under You're cold You go around Like you know

In this world of calamity Dirty looks and grudges and jealousy And police weh abuse dem authority I got to keep on walking on the road to Zion, man Instead of broken dreams and tragedy We gots to keeps it burning on the road to Zion, man Clean and pure

This fire is burning, and it's out of control It's not a problem you can stop It's rock n' roll Lost in the Garden of Eden Said, we're lost in the Garden of Eden And there's no one who's gonna believe this But we're lost in the Garden of Eden It's a

Where do fallen angels go I just don't know They keep falling, falling, falling... Can you hear me There's a candle burning in the world tonight For another child who vanished out of sight And a heart is broken, another prayer in vain There's a million

I pay no mind This is song two on the album This is the album right here Burn the album Tonight the city is full of morgues And all the toilets are overflowing There's shopping malls coming out of the walls As we walk out among the manure Give the finger

Let's burn down the cornfield You hide behind the oak tree Let's burn down, baby, the cornfield And we'll listen, we'll listen to it burn I want you to hide behind that You know that old oak tree Stay, stay out of danger Keep outta sight, babe till I

The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all my

Nigga, my gun go off - you see the barrel turning You feel the hollows burning, nigga, now you're learning Nigga, my gun go off - call it attempted murder Nigga, I'm trying to murk you when I come back busting Nigga, my gun go off - don't try to say I'm