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Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning,
I was dreaming I was Al Capone. Rumours going round, gotta clear out of town, Smell like a dry fishbone. Here come the law, gonna break down the door, Carry me away once more. Never, never, never want it anymore, Gotta get away from this stone cold floor. Crazy, stone cold crazy, yo. Rainy afternoon, ought to kill a typhoon, And she's playing on my slide trombone. Anymore, anymore, cannot take it anymore, Gotta get away from this stone cold floor. Crazy, stone cold crazy, yo. Walking down the street, shooting people that I meet, Fully loaded Tommy gun. Here come the deputy, try fucking getting me, Gotta fucking get up and run. They got the sirens loose, I ran right out of juice. They're gonna put me in a cell, If I can't go to heaven, let me go to hell. Crazy, stone cold crazy, you know, yeah. |
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Off through the new day's mist I run
Out from the new day's mist I have come I hunt therefore I am Harvest the land Taking of the fallen lamb Off through the new day's mist I run Out from the new day's mist I have come We shift Pulsing with the earth Company we keep Roaming the land while you sleep [Chorus:] Shape shift, nose to the wind Shape shift, feeling I've been Move swift, all senses clean Earth's gift, back to the meaning of (life) Bright is the moon high in starlight Chill in the air cold as steel tonight We shift Call of the wild Fear in your eyes It's later than you realized [Chorus] I feel a change Back to a better day Hair stands on the back of my neck In wildness is the preservation of the world So seek the wolf in thyself [Chorus] (wolf and man) |
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