It’s close to midnight and something evil’s lurking in the dark. Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart.

It’s close to midnight and something evil’s lurking in the dark. Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart.
Gonna get drunk, don’t you have no fear – I want one bourbon, one scotch, one beer.
I’m hungry and the hunger will linger, I eat sixteen saltine crackers then I lick my fingers.
Feeling down and dirty, feeling kinda mean, I’ve been from one to another extreme.
Feelin’ my wrath, venturing through parts of the South so dirty you’ll want to be given a bath.
How long, how long must we sing this song?
I won’t spend another day in this heart attack city, it’s messed up here and everything’s money.
Made up my mind to make a new start, going to California with an aching in my heart.
I ain’t freaking, I ain’t faking this – shut up and let me go.
Volcano girls, we really can’t be beat – warm us up and watch us blow.
Listen to me scream and shout, ‘cause all my teeth are falling out.
I’m living in a nightmare can’t you see, I need some musical therapy.
Down on the corner, out in the street, Willy and the Poor Boys are playing, bring a nickel, tap your feet.
X gonna give it to you.
You know with love comes strange currencies, and here is my appeal.
You make me feel just like I’m insane, yeah, and you’re trouble. You’re trouble.
Let us close our eyes – outside their lives go on much faster. Oh, we wont give in, we’ll keep living in the past.
Watch your step, kid (yo, you best protect ya neck).
All about that personality crisis, you got it while it was hot. But now frustration and heartache is what you got.
When they see me, they say, “Who dat ovah there?” Just a lil dude with a head full of hair.
This ain’t no holiday, but it always turns out this way.
These eyes cry every night for you.
You want it all, but you can’t have it.
Take a second, open your mind, take a step back, and stop this madness.
Wind me up, put me down, start me off and watch me go.
Shots shots shots shots shots shots everybody.
Hot, fresh, and tasty.
Here comes the story of the Hurricane, the man the authorities came to blame.
Everybody wants to be a DJ, everybody wants to be an MC, but being speakers are the best.
Let the good times roll, let them knock you around.
Find yourself a girl and settle down, live a simple life in a quiet town. Steady as she goes.
Shake it like a Polaroid picture.
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What a long strange trip it’s been.
Love in an elevator – livin’ it up while I’m going down.
Just a perfect day, you made me forget myself. I thought I was someone else, someone good.
Every hood that we go through, all the gangsters around know my whole crew.
Ooh, my little pretty one, my pretty one, when you gonna give me some time, Sharona?
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay, gimme the mic so I can take it away.
I woke up bright and early this morning, my little girl was not in sight. I been looking everywhere, morning, noon, and daylight.
They said it was such a good time for everyone to not get along. And how was everyone so right if only everyone was wrong?
Look into the wall of my mind’s eye. I think I know but I don’t know why. The questions are the answers you might need.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You only live twice, or so it seems – one life for yourself, and one for your dreams.
Hop in my Chrysler, it’s as big as a whale, and it’s about to set sail. I got me a car, it sits about twenty, so come on and bring your jukebox money.
I’m so tired of playing, playing with this bow and arrow. Gonna give my heart away, leave it to the other girls to play.
About to steal the game, I’m a whole new crook. Bakin’ up that fire, I’m a whole new cook.
I got that tunnel vision going through my head.
There’s a bubble a bouncing, and it’s bouncing my way. There’s two sticks in the powderworks, I think it’s gonna blow today.
UH-HUH HUH, HEH HEH YEAH… but no, this is actually, like, a really great album. Like seriously (UH HUH YEAH).
And so I wondered and wandered around the planet, looking for some things that might have mattered to me.
We’re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out.
Don’t you know I’m loco?
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks: you better run, better run, outrun my gun.
It’s not a game – you play chess with life, end up in the flame.
Exchange our fears for little glass holes and broken dreams of bent-backed trolls.
A long time ago, we used to be friends but I haven’t thought of you lately at all.
Linoleum supports my head – gives me something to believe.
The Humpty Dance is your chance to do the hump.
I wanna be stereotyped, I wanna be classified, I wanna be a clone – I want a suburban home.
In my eyes, indisposed, in disguises no one knows, hides the face, lies the snake, and the sun in my disgrace.
It’s been so long, I’ve been out of my body with you. I feel alone, feel at home, feel like nothing is true.
Keep on rockin’ in the free world.
And I don’t understand why I sleep all day, and I start to complain that there’s no rain.
Crazy, toys in the attic, truly gone fishing. They must have taken my marbles away!
Capturing beauty of something as precious as life.
The middle of the road is trying to find me. I’m standing in the middle of life with my plans behind me.
You’re going to want to take a few long-ish steps or multiple little ones to get your ears closer to this one.
Now I’m a start collecting props, connecting plots. Networking like a conference, ‘cause the nonsense is yet to stop.
Nothing to stop this being the best day ever, nothing to keep us from where we should be. I wanted the world but you knew better, and that all we have is immortality.
I need a change in my life, and I need it right now. Good or bad, it doesn’t really matter how.
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People are crazy and times are strange. I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range. I used to care, but things have changed.
Now it’s Istanbul, not Constantinople, been a long time gone, Constantinople, now it’s Turkish delight on a moonlit night.
Gotta watch those corners in the stretch of danger, a problem could arise eventually. I’ve walked this earth for twenty years and now my mind is floating out to sea.
Rust in the mountain, rust in the brain, the air is sacred here in spite of your claim.
Ah, can’t you see me standing here? I got my back against the record machine. I ain’t the worst that you’ve seen, ah can’t you see what I mean?
You know this boogie is for real.
If growing up means being like you, then I don’t want to be like you.
Seven thirty seven coming out of the sky – won’t you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride. I want to move, playing in a traveling band.
The doctor says to take it easy because this isn’t healthy, but I need things a doctor can’t prescribe. I’m running the race on a treadmill going nowhere fast; I need an outlet in my so-called life.
Love is gentle as a rose, and love can conquer any war. It’s time to take a stand, brothers and sisters join hands.
Why do we have to carry on? Always singing the same old song.
If you’ll be my bodyguard, I can be your long lost pal. I can call you Betty, and Betty, when you call me, you can call me Al.
Well up came that first cat, he said, “Man, look at that! Man do you see what I see?”
All my favorite songs are slow and sad. All my favorite people make me mad.
I’m just a soul whose intentions are good. Oh lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood.
We are the vultures, the dirtiest kind. We’ll cut you once in your heart and your mind.
I’m in the mood, the rhythm is right. Move to the music, we can roll all night.
Left a good job in the city, working for the man every night and day, and I never lost one minute of sleeping, worrying ‘bout the way things might have been.
Sometimes I feel I’ve got to run away. I’ve got to get away from the pain you drive into the heart of me.
Why are you listening to all the things they tell you every day? Why are you listening, what happened to your own mind anyway?
The music was new, black polished chrome, and came over the summer like liquid night.
On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man in a dusty black coat and a red right hand.
Upside you’re turning me, you’re giving love instinctively. Around and round you’re turning me, I say to thee respectfully.
Wherein we imagine what Tony Soprano might have thought about his infamous “death scene” and the final scene of The Sopranos’ series finale.
This is our decision to live fast and die young. We’ve got the vision, now let’s have some fun. Yeah, it’s overwhelming, but what else can we do? Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?
The future’s in our present hands. Let’s reach right in, let’s understand.
I ain’t never been in trouble, I ain’t got the time. I don’t mess around with magic, child, what I got is mine.
Graffin’ up in L.A. you can’t act stupid and play, striking up in the hood could mean your last day.