Meet the latest graduate of King’s College I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but, dag, I amaze and astonish The scholars say I got the same virtuosity and brains as my pops The ladies say my brain’s not where the resemblance stops I’m only nineteen but my mind

Heirate mich Zum zweiten mal entkommst du mir Dort bei den Glocken verbring ich die Nacht Dort zwischen Schnecken ein einsames Tier Tagsüber lauf ich der Nacht hinterher Mann sieht ihn um die Kirche schleichen Seit einem Jahr ist Er allein Die Trauer

It'd be careless of me to care about you Since you don't care about me at all You got me thinking about how much I've weakened You got me thinking it's all my fault You can blame me, I can blame you Between love and hate we're gonna have to choose In the

I am an innocent man Oh yes I am Because I am an innocent man An innocent man Some people stay far away from the door If there's a chance of it opening up They hear a voice in the hall outside And hope that it just passes by Some people live with the

Tueurs, tueurs, tueurs (ba-ba-ba-bang, bang) (Tueurs, tueurs, tueurs) Et je pense Que si la vie ne m'donne pas tout c'que j'lui demande j'passerai par la violence Qu'importent les crimes, morts, victimes innocentes, dans la vie, chacun sa chance Dans

Man will fly away home One bright morning when my work is over "Babylon, you throne gone down, gone down Babylon, you throne gone down" I say fly away home to Zion (fly away home) Hear the words of the Rastaman say Said I hear the words of the Iyaman say

This is me coming at you as a man right now Lemme freak Just lemme freak, please god Just lemme freak You know I don't give a damn whatcha playin' right now Drunk, faded Browned out, looking all shady Two months since I fucked a lady

'ken sy my nommer?' xha! boy what's your number? Twee ses? twee sewe? of is jy n ag bra? Daai bra anies hy's n fokken gam bra Haai! daai anies hy lam innie mang ja Sny jou koekie, sny-sny jou snoekie cookie! Cut it-cut it- hey kitty kitty kitty! There

Instructions from the manual could not have been much more plain the blues are still required the blues are still required again Past territorial piss-posts past whispers in the closets past screamin' from the rooftops we live to survive our paradoxes

He's got the whole world in His Hands He's got the little bitsy baby in His Hands He's got the fish of the sea in His Hands He's got the gambling man in His Hands He's got everybody here in His Hands He's got the birds of the air in His Hands He's got