Won't somebody tell me Answer if you can Tell me what is the soul of a man? Was teaching the lawyers and the doctors I'm going to ask the question Please answer if you can Is there anybody's children can tell me What is the soul of a man? I've travelled

My brothers said that I was rotten to the core I was the youngest child, so I got by with more I guess she was tired by the time I came along, she'd laugh until she cried I could do no wrong. She would always save me, because I was her baby I worked a

We found safety glowing within ourselves Just two children waiting at the window for the rain to stop Everything and anything I ever wanted really never meant And I was over taken, over whelmed and out of control Visitors on parallel trails, unknowingly

Fly to a dream Once I had a dream And this is it Once there was a child's dream One night the clock struck twelve The window open wide Once there was a child's heart The age I learned to fly And took a step outside

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

The sun don't shine The moon don't move the tides, To wash me clean Why so unforgiving and why so cold Been a long time crossing bridge of sighs Cold wind blows On this poor child The Gods look down in anger, And Gods look down in anger,

Everybody knows I'm here I know I'm here And I'm the hoochie-coochie man Gypsy woman told my momma, before I was born You got a boy-child comin', gonna be a son-of-a-gun Gonna make these pretty women jump and shout And the world will only know a-what

As I was set to fall in Gain the wolf I'm looking for you in the woods tonight, I'm looking Looking for you in my flashlight, I'm searching From in the high or down the ocean And I face myself in reason Conjure me as a child Slipping down a web side

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

I came to get somethin?, I ain't worried 'bout nothin? Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin? Strap like it's legal, ridin? around bumpin? If you can't beat 'em don't join 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em I never liked these niggaz anyway They could drop