Saw Cinderella in a party dress but She was looking for a night gown I saw the devil warping up his hands He's getting ready for the show down And were the dreams roll high Out here the good girls die Out here the bell don't ring Dustland fairytale

It ain't easy, it ain't easy It ain't easy to get to heaven when you're going down We can all pull on through When you climb to the top of the mountain Look out over the sea Think about the places perhaps, where a young man could be Then you jump back

Yes, I love the way they're makin' moves And I love the way they make their move All the boys hangin' out down in the parking lot The night riders giving all they've got While the girls look so good at looking bad Out strutting dressed in the latest fad

Standing on the corner, trying to keep it clean A fine lookin' woman, in a pair of Lees Take her back to my place, lay her down in bed And after she's stripped down, I say leave 'em on instead Baby's wearing blue jeans I see you in the evening, keep 'em

A hundred miles an hour Out on highway 10 Top down burning up the night again Ain't no one can catch you But girl I'm gonna try I can see that dangerous look in your eyes You're my kind of crazy Full moon saying you know what I like

The sky is crying, Can you see the tears roll down the street. I my baby early one morning She was walking on down the street I got a real, real fine feeling That my baby she don't love me no more I've been looking for my baby And I've been wondering

On the other shore, there's the end of the war See the city burn on the other side Going down in flames as two worlds collide Who can now look back with a sense of pride? It's the end, the war has been lost Keeping them safe 'til the river's been crossed

As you run and hide Ashes to ashes, dust to dust All you've feared here, looks you in the eyes We all fall down, skies are falling tonight As your eyes start to bleed You realize it's too late And as your sky starts to fall You realize you're standing

Go to the penthouse floor (let's go, let's go, let's go) All this trouble in this here town All this shit going down When will they focus, on this Streets ride up with the TV crews Look ma, we on the news But they didn't notice Before this They float

Walking down the street, in my All Stars In my, khaki suit, doin what I do Walking down the street, smoking, chronic In my black locs, lookin, at you Guess who's back on the West coast tracks It's the motherfucking messiah of gangsta rap Still dip in the