hour when chaos will come the stones of freedom Guardian stones, true defender of the holly land sacred fire of a divine hand servants of humanity save us Guardian stones
Anyway you look at it From any point of view You must admit that I'm lucky To be in love with you And people say I'm cynical They never want the truth
Well, I've got a secret, I cannot say Blame all the movement to give it away You've got somethin', that I understand Holding it tightly, caught on command
Now look what you've done Now look what you've done Look what you've done, baby Now look what you've done You left me here The lonely one And all I can
Lookin' tired babe, sittin' there on the side You're gettin' tired babe, sittin' there on the side Ain't in the right place, to try and change the tide
(Rosetta Stone/Jan Mullaney) Everytime I see you I get a feeling deep inside I want to be near you I want to be always by your side You know my wants
, let them haters see us Red, white and blue stones, yeah the chain's like hey South by say, I gave my jeweler one-eighty My folks get it in like the Coast Guard
[CJ Mac] I still sell around the club, grips and bloods and hoodrats, all around me Ain't nobody guards, but ain't nobody tryin' to clown me Hehe, my
don't belong anywhere It's gonna take so long for me to get somewhere Sometimes I feel so heavy hearted But I can't explain 'cause I'm so guarded But
with him was Jerome Green, his Maraca man And the Duchess, his gorgeous sister And a we were doin', doin' this number Along with them came the Rolling Stones
an ocean of endless tears Mama, I got your letter today The next time that you write I'll be transferred far away I'm leaving Greenhaven's Towers of stone
like a stone Love like I ain't afraid to be alone Take everything that this world has to give I wanna live Sometimes I wonder why I work so hard, to guard
Can Muck About Must Be On A Hard Job Plucking Out (Come On-oooo, When The Boys Come Out To Play Ahhh Yh Ahh You Better Put Your Guards Up, Guards Up
a sound And they took up with a man whose business was the boulevard Whose smile was fixed in a face that was never off guard In the pipes 'neath the
to the smell I describe your aroma as foul and pathetic And they can use your odor as the latest anesthetic Now I know that it's stone cold funk,I
ya chest like some fucking whiskey [Chorus: Solomon Childs] BOY! Gut him like a pig in the dark Or auction off ya bitch body parts BOY! Poison a guard
' up the murder I wrote I smoke spanky, hit it hard, mega hard Then burn it down under the ground around guard I rented, bitch on my dick then I presented
Dont believe the hype Cant do nuttin for you man 911 is a joke 20 years we got here by actin like common folk Touring the world like a rolling stone Then
