A night of poetry and motion The prophecy in destiny was falling And calling out to me And will we find our destination Within a time of resignation At 69, until the end of time Around the world in eighty days we sailed the

Oh yea I tried to walk away But you kept coming back for more But you kept coming back Oh, the walking dead have rose again Oh, hell is rolling, 'round the end Oh yea tried to walk away But you kept coming back, You kept coming back for more Say what you

Round and round Going round and round 'Cause I'm getting dizzy Boy, I need you here with me I'm falling hard for you We're never gonna stop Well your gonna miss me We cant go on this way All I can say we're

Yea, those will be the days that I will be missing When I’m old and when I’m gray and when I stop working I hope that I can say When all my days are done That I had my fun We never had that much to do So we just lay around in someone’s house Someday I’ll

Can make me feel The world can disappear Make my heart heal And make it oh so clear We can talk in circles Going round in a million ways And never understand 'Cause our words are whispers

Wah wah waah, wah wah wah Wah wah wah Wah wah wah, wah wah wah They call, they call me the fat man 'Cause I weight two hundred pounds All the girls they love me 'Cause I know my way around I was standin', I was standin' on the corner Of Rampart and Canal

And the sound of distant thunder. The tall weeds lay flat down On the hard flat Kansas ground. And a sad song in her head, Kept blowin' round. She barely even knew his name,

The rhymes he say have no particular order Go 'head bite his rhymes if you think that you oughtta Hold your breath, MC's, my rhyme's underwater. We'd like to ask now that all passengers please hold Their breath, as we take you through an underwater hip

A whole lot more waiting up ahead than what she left behind Life's too short to be hanging around She's getting out while the getting's good Driving on that two lane road hoping she might find She's eighteen and it's time she got out of the wood Living

Who are you in the dark? Mmmmm, mmmm, mmm Who are you in the dark? (I, I) Show me the scary parts (I, I) And L.A. doesn't feel like home? I know that you feel me you're Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' Making the rounds with all your fake friends