Walk on through Come on take me away Don't push me too far Your only rivers run cold These city lights They shine as silver and gold

I know where to aim, hell, I’m to blame No, they don’t make guys like me, you get exactly what you see I come from a long line of bloodline that ain’t gonna change So, take your pistol pointing finger right off of the trigger If it ain’t broke, you can

I want your loving more and more I want your kisses that's for sure I die each time I hear the sound They're saying here he comes He's Cathy's clown You're Cathy's clown You know you've got to stand tall You know a man can't crawl

Take a chance, come dance with a cowboy Playin stopped playin long time ago with childish toys It's only men in here; deuce deuce inch Pirelli and Goodyear niggaz, sip malt liquor beer They gave me sixth man of the year, came off the bench for Tha Liks

(Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get ya) (It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture) (It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture) yeah One time for the homie DJ Screw Already, I'm feeling throwed in this bitch Up so

And with these hands They are the only ones that I come back to We'll move the world just to find you I'll never know These words, these words Without you I'll never know These words, these words (just to find you) (These words, these words We'll move

Is it just a game? I don't know There comes you to take me in your arms And now I know my place I don't know where I am I don't know this place Don't recognize anybody Just the same old empty face See these people they lie

So give me the hard stuff The kind that makes you real 'Cause I want the hard stuff When they're throwin' sticks and stones I'm never gonna give you up I'll be there when the storm comes We can cut each other to the bone Yeah I want the hard stuff (hard

Death from within On the march, no place to run Time has come, no where to hide The moon is red, no one is safe From spilling blood, no living thing survives Here they fight, regretting nothing Here you die, the walls are caving in Nothing left, a lethal

And the drums are going a rap a tap tap And the fifes they loudly play Fare you well polly my dear I must be going away Wrapped up in a soldier's cloak If anyone comes a courting you, It's of a gentleman soldier As sentry he did stand He saluted a fair