The hero of the gods The crossing of the threshold The belly of the wale Refusal of return Hollow eyes Dry pale legs Through fields and graves Language of the signs

At the end of the river the sundown beams All the relics of a life long lived Here, weary traveler rest your wand Sleep the journey from your eyes A kite above a graveyard grey At the end of the line far far away A child holding on to the magic of birth

Oh, girl, you know it's on (oh yeah) I came here to slay shit (yeah, yeah) All night I'ma work the grave-shift (Lord, Lord) These drugs I'm on, they ain't nothing to play with (sky high) I can't feel my face, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) When I pull up on ya

I get high as the morning sky, this song I sing will never die I get low as a gravel road, in a thousand tongues my story's told Come on boys, you got to do it right Come on boys, I gotta tell you true, I'm a stranger here just like you Well, I'm alive

When, my, time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her Boys workin' on empty Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby I'm so full of love I could barely eat

Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah 'Cause growing pains are keeping me up at night And I guess the bad can get better Gotta be wrong before it's right Every happy phrase engraved in my mind There's truth in every word I write But still the growing pains, growing

What's happenin', man This T.I.P., you know I'd like to dedicate this song to anybody who done ever lost somebody To the grave, to the streets, to the jail cell I done been in situations where I done had to cope with all three You know what I'm saying? I

If I lose it, watch me do it, bet I come up with Another hundred ways Hunnid ways to get it everyday Only catch me resting in my grave I'm too busy counting numbers Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid ways Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid I ain't always had it From my

When our lives are over and all that remains Are our skulls and bones let's take it to the grave And hold me in your arms, hold me in your arms I'll be buried here with you And I'll hold in these hands all that remains When all of our friends are dead

Kiss lots of boys Or kiss lots of girls When the straight and narrow Gets a little too straight If that's something you're into Roll up the joint, or don't Just follow your arrow Wherever it points, yeah Follow your arrow