All kinds of roses All kinds of roses, grow in my garden, All kinds of creatures All kinds of creatures, run on my land, All kinds of children All kinds of children, play in my yard, So many feelings, so many feelings, flow through my blood All kinds

Where's LA? Whatever happened to the city we knew? Tell my mother, my brothers My father, and others In an old apartment Down in the garden I was born on a sunny day When the riots ruled the streets like a Sunday parade

Black, black roses in my garden To keep and care it you got to water it In my garden I've been travelin' all over this world I've never seen no other black rose in no other garden So you see my garden is so special Got to keep the earth so cool 'Cause

And then the lights.... Lets all gather at time square And lets all say a prayer To Walter Disney and Mike Tyson At Madison Square Garden And then the lights came on In the middle of the night What I should do with my life How I should spend my time

I feel like I've been living in A city with no children in it A garden left for ruin by a millionaire inside Of a private prison The summer that I broke my arm I waited for your letter I have no feeling for you now Now that I know you better I wish that

I gotta get home there's a garden to tend There's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my attic Whistling static When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again Well I can't believe that my lime tree is dead I

Blue gardenia I lived for an hour Love bloomed like a flower Thrown to a passing breeze But pressed in my book Of memories Now I'm alone with you And I am oh, so blue He has tossed us aside

Now come home Nice dream, if you think that you're strong enough Nice dream, if you think you belong enough They love me like I was their brother They protect me Listen to me They dug me my very own garden Gave me sunshine

Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now Crimson flames tied through my ears, rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I, proud 'neath heated brow

What will I do I ran to the garden and the rose touch my nose and the grass touch my toes and I thought of you I looked to the sky and the sky was passing by like a lazy butterfly and I thought of you Oh what will I do if you never come true If you never